#// elijah from a different room: children PLEASE //

[troubleah]

CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH REBEKAH ( @rebekuh )

               Leave it to her sister to strike where it hurts – but leave it to Leah to pretend it doesn’t, pretend there is not a thing in this world or beyond that she gives a damn about. Eyes trained on Rebekah ( deliberately not looking at the box no matter how much she wants to ), she grins with her teeth. “You know, Bex – “ She takes an unhurried step closer. But just one. She might fake nonchalance all day long, but it won’t let her teleport. “The fun thing about plants? They grow back. Can you really say the same about your centuries year old irreplaceable jewelry?” Fair is a lie of the weak-minded and whatever she does, she cannot show weakness. Not in front of her family.

[opheliaxarsene]

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.” ― Richard Adams, Watership Down

Biography under the Read More

Biography triggers: cult mentality (christian based), mentions of: underage marriage, misogyny, death, murder, kidnapping.

Name: Ophelia Arséne Birth Name: Rivka Grace Date of Birth: 11.15.19xx Sun/Moon/Rising: Scorpio, Aquarius, Leo Parents: Samuel (70yo), Hester (birth mother - 60 yo), Ruth (45 yo), Zipporah (35yo) Brothers: Michael - 42yo (Hester), Theodore - 40yo (Hester), Aaron - 23yo (Ruth), Elijah - 20yo (Zipporah), Ananias - 18yo (Zipporah), Barnabas - 16yo (Ruth), Jethro - 14yo (Ruth), Seth - 10yo (Zipporah) Sisters: Esther - 41yo (Hester), Miriam 19yo (Ruth), Eden - 12yo (Zipporah) Husband #1: Asa Walker (deceased) Husband #2: David Havemeyer (alive) Daughter: Eresh Lenore Significant Other: Reagan Bardales

The Family's Five Truths (Rules for Women):

Obey Authority – Follow the leaders without question.

Purity Above All – Guard your body and mind from worldly temptations.

Silent Submission – Speak only when spoken to; silence is a virtue.

Family Is God’s Will – Marry young, bear children, and serve your family’s role.

Faith Over Doubt – Never question the teachings; unwavering belief ensures salvation.

[ Birth to Age Five ]

From birth to age five, Ophelia, then known as Rivka, was shaped by the rigid, unyielding environment of the family commune. Hester, her biological mother, was the model of devotion, her actions were a display of submission to Samuel and the commune's ideals. Rivka grew up watching her mother fulfill her role without question—quiet, pious, and obedient. Hester’s perfection was a constant reminder to Rivka of the expectations placed on her.

Samuel, though distant, held an austere affection for his children - he saw the girls as extensions of Hester and the boys as extensions of himself -- they were not separate people with different identities, they were to be continuations of their parents. He was the ultimate patriarch, a figure of unwavering authority. Hester’s compliance reinforced his beliefs about women—submissive, pure, and bound to the family and faith.

In those early years, Rivka absorbed the cult’s doctrine with the innocence of a child, unaware that this environment would soon demand more than obedience. The teachings became a part of her bones, her spirit molded in the image of the commune's teachings, with Hester as the ideal to which she was meant to aspire.

[ Ages Five to Ten ]

Between the ages of five and ten, Rivka’s world became more defined by strict doctrine, but it was also a time of subtle personal development, albeit within the rigid structure of the cult. Her daily life was governed by the cult’s five rules, with the idea of pleasing God through obedience always at the forefront. During these years, the focus shifted toward her spiritual and familial duties, but there was still room for her to explore small outlets of expression.

Hester, ever the model of devotion, believed that a proper woman must be well-rounded—her talents should be cultivated for the service of others, particularly in the context of the home and community. Music, in the cult's view, was seen as a way to honor God and offer a form of worship. Rivka was introduced to both the violin and guitar as tools for edifying the family and the faith. Music, in their eyes, was a way to quiet the mind and soul, to be humble and offer one's talents without pride.

Under the watchful eyes of her mother, she was taught the violin first, as it was seen as the most “refined” instrument. It was a quiet practice, the bow moving over the strings, each note a prayer. The guitar came later, taught to her by one of the older male members of the cult, who instructed her on how to use it for more communal settings—singing hymns and leading others in worship. Her lessons were never about self-expression but about fitting into a mold that served the greater purpose of the faith.

Her time with music, however, was not free from discipline. When Rivka faltered or showed signs of personal joy in her music, Hester was quick to remind her that such talents were gifts to be used for God's glory, not for personal satisfaction or display. Through this, Rivka internalized that her gifts were not truly hers to enjoy but were merely another way to serve the family and the cult. The violin and guitar became extensions of her spiritual submission—her songs were prayers, her melodies offerings, and her talent a tool for upholding the cult’s vision of purity and devotion.

[ Ages Ten to 15 ]

From the ages of ten to fifteen, Rivka was fully integrated into the responsibilities of womanhood within the cult’s framework. The transition into this phase was swift and marked by the assumption of adult duties in the home, where she was seen as a young adult, prepared to help care for her mother, her sisters, and the growing family.

Under Hester’s strict guidance, Rivka's role became that of caretaker, housekeeper, and spiritual guide for her younger siblings. She learned to manage the home with precision, from meal preparations to maintaining the household’s strict order. Every action she took was not just for the well-being of the family, but as an offering to God, as her mother constantly reminded her.

The prospect of marriage loomed large. By the time she was fifteen, the men of the cult took notice of her—her father, Samuel, with cold deliberation, began to consider suitors for her. He maintained his role as the patriarch, taking the responsibility of choosing her future husband as one of his many duties - as he had final choice for all marriages within the commune. Rivka's fate was not hers to decide.

Her father would invite suitors—men of the same faith, often older, with familial connections to the cult’s leadership—into his home to assess their suitability. Samuel would listen to their offers, asking pointed questions about their devotion to the family - to him, their ability to provide for her, and most importantly, their alignment with the rules of obedience and submission for women and the thought that Samuel was the divine prophet.

It was always a calculated process, devoid of emotion or love. Hester, while overseeing the domestic duties, remained silent on the matter, trusting her husband’s judgment as the final word in Rivka's future.

[ First Marriage (15 - 17) ]

Between the ages of fifteen and seventeen, Rivka entered her first marriage, arranged by her father, Samuel. It was not a marriage based on affection or even choice, but one driven by the same principles that had guided her entire life: duty and submission. Her husband, Asa Walker, was a man of the same faith, chosen for his perceived devotion to God and his ability to uphold the cult's beliefs. Though not overtly abusive in the physical sense, Asa's temperament was volatile, particularly when he perceived Rivka as "getting uppity"—a term used when she showed any trace of independent thought or resistance to his control, traits that Samuel would not tolerate in his daughters.

Asa’s controlling behavior manifested through intimidation and threats, especially when he wanted to remind her of her place. His rage would often lead to cruel, punitive actions, with one of the most terrifying being his attempts to force her into the pigpens—a place that evoked deep fear in Rivka. The cult's belief in purity and cleanliness, combined with her own personal aversion to the pigs, made the pigpen a place of both physical and spiritual degradation. Asa, knowing this fear, would drag her to the pen, taunting her as she resisted. In these moments, Rivka’s terror was palpable, but her obedience was unwavering, as she understood that submission was expected, even in the face of such cruelty.

Then, at the age of seventeen, a fateful night changed everything. In one of his violent rages, Asa dragged Rivka into the pigpen again, but this time something was different. Perhaps it was the years of quiet submission finally catching up with her, or perhaps it was sheer instinct, but in her fear and desperation, Rivka pushed Asa away. He lost his footing, slipping on the muck, and hit his head on a feeding trough, knocking him unconscious.

The pigs, hungry and ravenous from being fed slop that included scraps of animal meat, saw their opportunity. In a frenzy, they descended on Asa. Rivka, in a moment of primal survival instinct, did not hesitate—she leapt back over the fence and started running - not to get help but to get away.

[ Life with Theo & Reagan 17 - 34 ]

After Asa’s death, Rivka — who renamed herself Ophelia — escaped the cult and fled to the nearest town, relying on the coded letter from her brother Theo, who had been excommunicated years earlier. The letter was her lifeline, providing her with his contact information and a means to reach out. She contacted him from a payphone, her voice trembling as she asked for help.

Theo, having built a life for himself in Chicago, welcomed her without question. He had been a quiet rebel against the cult’s oppressive control and had spent years carving out a new identity. He immediately sought professional help for her, arranging for therapy to help Ophelia process the trauma of her upbringing and marriage.

Through the therapy, Ophelia began to uncover a world she had never known—one of choices, personal autonomy, and the possibility of a future outside of the cult’s suffocating grip. Theo was patient and protective, guiding her as she learned to navigate life in the city. With his encouragement, she started working in a library, where she felt at peace amongst the books—an escape into knowledge and a sense of normalcy.

As she grew more independent, Ophelia re-discovered her passion for music. With Theo’s support, she began performing as a lounge singer at a small jazz club. Her voice, which had once been an instrument of worship, became her own medium of expression. She sang not for others, but for herself -- finally, she felt free.

At the age of 24, Ophelia met Reagan Bardales, a charismatic and free-spirited woman who frequented the lounge where she performed. Reagan was different from anyone Ophelia had ever known. She saw her for who she truly was, beyond the role she had been forced to play.

For the first time in her life, Ophelia felt safe. She and Reagan were inseparable, building a life together in the city, with Ophelia slowly shedding the remnants of her past. Yet, despite her newfound freedom, she never fully escaped the shadows of her upbringing. Her mind still carried the scars of the cult's teachings, the pressure to always submit, always obey.

Everything changed when Ophelia was 34. Her brother, Theo, had warned her that the cult’s reach extended beyond the commune, that they would stop at nothing to bring her back. He had kept her location a secret for years, but eventually, the truth came to light. In a violent act of retribution, Ophelia was kidnapped by her siblings Michael and Esther—two of the cult's most devout and loyal members—and forcibly returned to the flock.

[ The Return to the Family (34) ]

Her father, Samuel, had made it clear that her flight was an affront to everything he had worked to build. Her rebellion was a stain on the family’s name, and he intended to erase it. He saw her as a wild creature, a thing to be broken, her will to be shattered for the sake of the family and their faith. In his eyes, she had strayed from God's path, and it was his duty to bring her back into submission—whether she wanted it or not.

Upon her return, the punishment for her defiance was swift and brutal. Samuel’s method of “salvation” was one of cruelty. His first act of retribution was to break her hands—an unspoken warning that she was no longer allowed the freedom to express herself in any form. She could no longer write or play music, two small acts of agency she had clung to in her years of freedom. With her hands shattered, she was left with nothing but the oppressive silence her father imposed upon her. He forbade her from speaking or singing, stripping away the last vestiges of her personal identity and forcing her into complete compliance with his will.

Ophelia’s second marriage, arranged swiftly after her return, was to a man known for his brutal methods of "breaking" rebellious women—David Havemeyer. His reputation was that of a cold, calculating man who had spent years conditioning women to submit through fear and pain. He had been married to several women before, each of whom had been brought into line through his cruel methods. The terror of this marriage was not just in its inevitability, but in the knowledge that David would use his "training" techniques on her. Ophelia knew that this union would not be about love or partnership, but about submission—about ensuring that she was kept in her place, under control, and obedient.

Though her body was bound by her father’s violence and her husband’s oppression, Ophelia’s mind began to crack under the pressure. The terror she had always lived with under the family’s rule was only amplified now, as she feared not only for herself but for the child growing within her. Each day was another battle to survive, another struggle to maintain her fragile grip on herself amidst the suffocating control that had been reimposed on her. Despite the harshness, the silence, and the brokenness, a part of her—however small—still dreamed of escape, of a life where she could reclaim her voice, her body, and her soul. But in the face of her father’s violence and the power her husband wielded, that dream seemed further out of reach than ever before.

[ Escape ]

The days following Ophelia’s return to the cult were a blur of fear, silence, and isolation. Samuel’s cruelty knew no bounds—his violent attempts to break her were only compounded by the weight of her second marriage. But the birth of her daughter, (whom she named Eresh despite her husband naming her Mary), sparked something deep within her—a fierce, protective love that burned through the suffocating despair. For the first time in years, Ophelia found something worth fighting for: her child.

Ophelia knew that her life, her daughter’s life, would never be her own as long as she stayed within the family’s grasp. Eresh would be raised in the same suffocating rules, bound by the same expectations that had broken Ophelia. But there was no question now: she would protect her daughter at all costs. The terror she felt for herself paled in comparison to the fear of her child inheriting the same fate.

One night, after weeks of planning in secret, Ophelia saw her chance. The house was quiet, David asleep, and Samuel too far from home to stop her. She had been waiting for the right moment, biding her time, until she knew she could escape without raising suspicion. She had already prepared a small bundle of supplies—just enough to get her and Eresh to safety. There was no grand plan, no ideal destination. She simply knew she had to run.

The red hound appeared almost like a sign. Rusty, as she named him, was a stray that had been roaming near the compound, a creature of the wild with a fierce protective nature. The hound had come to her during the darkest days of her captivity, and when the time came to escape, he was there to guide her. Ophelia, carrying her infant daughter tightly to her chest, followed the hound’s instinct, trusting that the dog would lead them away from danger.

The night was cold, and the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and pine as Ophelia made her way through the woods surrounding the estate. She had no plan beyond putting as much distance between herself and the family as possible. The hound kept a steady pace ahead, occasionally looking back to make sure they weren’t being followed. Rusty was her guide, her protector, and in some strange way, he was her salvation.

[ Arcadia ]

After the harrowing escape from her family, Ophelia found herself drawn toward a mysterious town—one that seemed to exist outside of the world she had known. Arcadia was a place not marked on any map, a town so strange that even whispers of it felt like myth. It was a town that could not be escaped, for once you entered its borders, you were bound to it.

Arcadia, for all its dangers and mysteries, offered her and her daughter a kind of safety they had never known. The people here, while strange, had a code: they helped each other, they bartered for goods and services. Ophelia, with her skills as a transcriber and singer, found work. She would transcribe letters, books, or whatever documents came her way, earning food or small trinkets in exchange. By night, she would sing at the town’s bar or anywhere else she was asked to.

Ophelia and Eresh took residence in the cinema, an abandoned building that, though neglected, became their home. Here, she was reunited with Reagan. The cinema was old, its seats long worn, but there was something oddly comforting about it. It was the only place in Arcadia where Ophelia could feel a semblance of normalcy, where she could sing and be heard, where she could write and be free.

As Ophelia spent more time in Arcadia, she began to realize that her survival was tied to the strange dynamics of the town. People bartered their skills, their knowledge, their goods—survival depended on the cooperation of its residents. Yet, every so often, she would hear stories of people who tried to leave��of those who ventured out only to vanish or return ... sometimes changed, sometimes broken.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 13 “Wait!”                                             

| Sacrifice | Adrenaline | Cornered |

Back to Caged Founder and another day for @juneofdoom,

Took a little longer than planned as it was hard to get into the right Lucien voice(i have two other new AU that feature Lucien, and kept working on them instead of June of Doom)

Takes place sometime after Surrender

Lucien pays a visit and Tristan shows off

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Lucien was going to die and it was all his fault for trusting Tristan, he really should have known better.

Curiosity killed the cat.

An invite to one of the Strix's most protected strongholds, the one it seemed Aurora had taken up residence, he couldn't have resisted.

The promise of showing him what Tristan had managed to gather in paying back the Mikaelsons.

The offer allowed him to bring any number of his own people, all those he knew he had turned to ensure there wasn't any torn loyalty.

All dead.

Now he knew what Tristan had been hiding. 

Elijah himself.

He had heard the rumours of Elijah, Klaus' right hand leaving him, of the founder returning to the Strix.

He didn't believe them, ever loyal Elijah giving up on Niklaus, possessive Klaus letting a sibling wander from him, leave him for something else without dragging them back. 

Never but he hadn’t be able to work out what the point of the lie was.

Besides there was no way Tristan would give up any of his power to the one that cost him everything.

None of them would forgot what Elijah had done to them, Lucien still woke up sometimes stuck in the memory of thinking himself Klaus, of looking up to Tristan and Tristan had lost more than Lucien, had lost his title and land, had returned to himself to find his noble family lost and dust, finally notes in the history of the counts children fleeing with a servant and vanishing.

Yet Tristan had walked into the large open room with Elijah Mikaelson, at his side.

Lucien would blame the shock for him missing things later.

Elijah hadn't entered at his side like an equal but a step behind him, and while Tristan pleased smugness was clear in his smirk Elijah himself hadn’t looked particularly enthused by it.

A gift, Tristan had called them.

But looking more annoyed than happy, Elijah had taken it, tearing through them with an almost relish, a rare chance to see past the mannered mask, Lucien would have enjoyed it, if it wasn’t himself and his men facing it.

He really hadn’t thought there was this much difference between him and the originals but Elijah’s faster and stronger than he thought possible.

They're weren't any better than him but pure strength there was a difference.

Lucien had kept an eye on Tristan as much as he could while avoiding the embodiment of murder that was Elijah Mikaleson.

There was something in Tristan's expression that was familiar, something from their human life, growing up in the count of the count, watching Tristan had become a type of self-preservation he had noticed things.

Tristan was watching them- Elijah the way he used to watch his hunting dogs.

Lucien's eye caught the glint off on Elijah’s cuff as he killed another of Lucien's people without effort.

Golden cufflinks in the shape of a bird.

His eyes widened as the connection settled, the rumours of the Strix’s head having a pet, the caged falcon, Tristan was watching Elijah like he once did his prized birds of prey. The additional unnatural aggression in Elijah made it quite clear Elijah wasn't wholly willing to be under his thumb.

This was him lashing out at those he could.

Something Lucien understood far too well.

Unfortunately understanding didn’t help when he came to facing against it.

“Wait!” He managed to call just as he realised he was the last left, but before the last of it could leave his mouth Elijah appeared right in front of him and he choked as a sudden tight feeling surrounded his heart.

His vision wavered, Elijah face was blank as he stared back.

“Stop.” Tristan’s voice called out.

Lucien feels the way Elijah freezes, he’d be more appreciative of it if it hadn’t come from feeling Elijah through the hand in his chest. 

Lucien hissed as it came together, this was Tristan showing off, those he brought here were the example.

Wasn't it lucky he hadn't brought anyone he was truly fond of with him.

“Release him,” Tristan ordered, the room was otherwise silent except for his footsteps echoing, Italian leather on hardwood, as he walked towards them. “We both know you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“I’ll regret it if I do as well.” Elijah drawled back just as apathetic about Lucien’s life as he had been in the first place, the flash back wasn't helped as Lucien realised Elijah’s hair was the same as it had been then, but Lucien would keep his annoyance to himself until the hand was removed from his heart.

“But I’ll enjoy that as well,” Tristan called as he drew closer, Lucien didn’t need to see his face to imagine the smile he had, the undertone in his voice reminded him of chains and blood  “either way I win. As always.”

Elijah seemingly shrunk as he let him go and Lucien took several steps back as his hand went to his chest automatically. 

Tristan quickly replaced him in front of the Original, Lucien watched them carefully.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room and he blinked even expecting violence, that wasn’t something he thought he’d see.

Elijah took the back hand without a sound, shifting his weight and turning his head with the blow that spoke clearly this wasn't the first time.

There isn’t any retaliation, not even a snarl, Elijah glares at the floor, lips flat in a straight line with fists clenched at his side. 

Lucien's blood and that of his people dripping from them.

“Look at me.” Tristan voice was soft but he didn’t give Elijah a chance to follow it before his hand grabbed the other’s chin and forced him to look at him “You know better than to make me ask twice.“ Tristan told him.

Elijah said nothing, while Lucien watched the the way Tristan’s thumb started to trace the set jawline.

Elijah eyes were just asckear and intelligent as he stared back at Tristan in silent conversation, it wasn't some kind of mind control and yet Tristan had clear control of Elijah.

“I have to ask how you managed to tame your sire.” he asked, reminding them of his present as Tristan seemed to have forgotten, now he knew Tristan had arranged this all to show off to him he knew he was leaving alive and which of the two he needed to play.

“I’d tell-” Tristan started turning his head to look away from the original.

“Tristan- “ Elijah interrupted only to be silenced asTristan’s hand slipped down from his chin to wrap around his throat, not squeezing, just the threat, enough that it worked while Elijah still made no attempt to defend himself, to escape Tristan’s hand.

Lucien watched as the pair stared at each other.

“It won’t work on any of the others, the core of the spell is based on the fact Elijah killed his first sired.” Tristan explained looking from Elijah mid way through.

Lucien stared at the pair, Elijah looked surprised at the information before it shifted into a hint of regret and annoyance then vanished completely from his face, Lucien was for a moment more interested in that story than how they managed to get control of an Original, Tristan had never spoken of how he was turned. 

He wondered if the regret in Elijah’s eyes was due to the situation he was now trapped in or was from doing it in the first place. 

He knew they had been laying together before he had died and been reborn. Even knowing what monsters the Mikaelsons were he had been concerned, if only for himself. 

Tristan had a habit of going through the sons, daughters and siblings of the merchant that arrived at the court, it had usually lasted until he grew bored with them or they broke from the mind games he played and he sent them away, normally with respectful prospects if they entertained him well enough. 

At first he thought they had been similar beasts and after all Elijah had been the one so coldly insistent on killing him during their first meeting. 

But he had seen and heard the discomfort in Elijah when they found him in chains, and had noticed Tristan’s growing interest after that night. He out of the corner of his awareness as he enjoyed his new life watched as whatever was going on between them hadn’t faded but grown more tangled.

Overheard with new hearing more than a few discussions about it between the eldest two Mikaelson brothers, for all Finn was apparently friends with Tristan he hadn’t liked the pair's relationship, while Elijah had resented and argued against Finn’s interference. 

Yet Tristan had ended up turned, compelled to be bait just as he and Aurora had and he had never learned how and what had caused that.

However before he could take his chance and ask Tristan more, Tristan changed the subject. 

“It took fifteen years before he started to accept and make life easier for himself.” Tristan told him, his hand trailing from his neck to rest on the centre of his chest, almost mirroring where Elijah had held Lucien moments before and Elijah still did not do anything to remove him or apparently unable to. “Difficult to escape when you can't fight back, wasn't it?” he asked the still silent Elijah

Slowly the pieces came together for Lucien, whatever spell they placed on Elijah stopped him acting against his sireline, which the Strix completely consisted of, how long had it been since Elijah had been able to act free of it, no wonder Tristan had called them a gift. Alone with Tristan and his people, the organisation Elijah started turning against him, employed to imprison him no wonder he had been lashing out.

However the growing tenseness gave away that Elijah likely would have preferred the hand off of him, as much as Lucien enjoyed watching Elijah's discomfort it wasn't enough to make up for what he had done.

“I take it you no longer have any plans of vengeance for our century stolen.” he asked, growing annoyed at Tristan, if he claimed Elijah and had hidden him all this time thinking Lucien would so easily give up he had another thing coming.

“I’ve taken it,” Tristan's smile is small, smug and cruel, Luicen remembers being the one that caused it, strung up in chains, “he understands what it’s like to lose everything he knew of himself, only his happened far slower and won’t ever break.” Tristan’s other hand moved to cradle’s Elijah’s cheek.

Lucien had to wonder how long had it taken for Elijah to learn not to  snarl at the touches, how many beating had it taken before he stopped reacting and realised he was helpless.

“That’s nice for you but you weren't the only one that suffered it.” Lucien couldn’t stop himself from snapping, of course Tristan would take his vengeance and then forget them.

“Oh of course, if you want your pound of flesh that can be arranged.” Tristan said, faking a  look of shock at Lucien’s anger, before he grew cold again, “Did you know an original can survive having their heart torn out?“

Elijah flinched but before he could make any attempt to back away the hand on his cheek slipped down and around to catch him by the back of his neck.

Lucien starred at the flicker of pain that appeared on Elijah’s face and realised Tristan had caught his long hair.

Suddenly the length made sense.

As the words made sense to him, he had an idea but had hoped he was wrong, tearing out Niklaus heart had featured in many of his dreams, it was poetic considering what Klaus had done to him and Aurora.’

“How do you know?” he asked, having a feeling where this was going. It was strange to watch panic growing in Elijah Mikaelson’s eyes, but the look on Tristan's face was enough to warrant it.

“Elijah showed us when he realised he lost and couldn’t escape us.” Tristan's smile was the furthest thing from nice. 

Lucien suddenly felt a bit pity for the original, he had been the target of Tristan's fun once, and at least he had been free from Tristan’s obsession and death was one way to escape, Elijah had neither of those. 

With Tristan hold on his hair forcing him to lean backwards, it was almost like he was presenting his chest to them.

“Tris-” Elijah started but whatever he had planned vanished in a pained gasp.

Tristan didn't hesitate, the soft caress changing in a instance tearing through flesh Lucien felt the sympathetic pain from his own recent account of that despite it having been Eliajh’s hand in his chest .

Unlike his, Tristan pulled his hand out sharply letting go of his grip of Elijah hair at the same time. Elijah Mikaelson hit the ground, dead.

Leaving Tristan to examine the heart in his hand, Lucien looked between then in shock hearing it was something but seeing it different he stared at the body, unbelieving that it could revive, the heart was the most important organ for a vampire, the last vital one really nand the think the Originals could what? Grow a new one seemed ridiculous 

It took Lucien far too long to notice the heart was being offered to him. Pound of flesh indeed he thought as the heart was placed in his.

“So your plan is to keep him as a pet?” He decided to speak, to make use of Elijah’s apparent temporary death, no matter how tamed Tritan thought he had Elijah. he wasn’t risking the man learning Lucien’s own aims for his siblings, “What about the others?”

“They can't be killed.” Tristan shrugged him off pulling out a cloth to wipe the blood from his hand, a left over from his century as Elijah, the Count de Martel had used blood stains as a threat and reminder.

Lucien couldn’t help the way he reacted at the idea that they let it go, leave the Mikaelsons to act as if they were better, simply because they humbled one.

“because it will make your plaything uncooperative?” he complained “That was the whole point-” before he could go on Tristan cut him off.

“No, if the original dies they take their complete Sireline with them.” Tristan told him, simply as if that wasn’t life changing news.

“What?” he asked, because that couldn’t be true then all Lucien revenge against Klaus would have to be shelved, Rebekah’s death would take Aurora.

“Why else do you think we acted so soon?” Tristan explained, “Elijah was alone and the Strix couldn't risk leaving him to throw himself between Mikael’s white Oak and the rest of his siblings.”

Lucien had to admit that was a concern, something he now had to be more concern about if this was true as it left Klaus alone being hunted by Mikael and the sole thing that could kill Klaus and apparently Lucien as well.

“How do you-” he started before cutting himself off, the answer to that was clear along with an Original who couldn’t harm him, “A witch of course. And you believed it enough to act.”

And that was the biggest proof, making a move against Elijah was a risk, managing to actually catch him must have cost them something. Not that Tristan would even admit to him the cost. “How are you going to deal with his siblings when they learn the truth of what you've done-”

“He returned of his own,” Tristan reminded him of the rumours, ones Klaus must have believed, and Lucien suddenly hopes he gets to be there when Klaus learns his brother hadn’t abandoned him but he had failed his brother when he needed him “and Elijah isn't going to admit to it being anything else.”

“So I'm tied to Klaus.” he summarised, so he’d have to find a way to untie himself before he managed to deal with him or just find a way to lock Niklaus Mikaelson away somewhere, neither easy tasks “What are you planning for Rebekah?”

“While Klaus has her hidden away in a box, nothing.” Tristan told him which Lucien didn’t believe for a moment, if Rebekah was a danger to Aurora he had to be looking for her already “however the moment she's free,” Tristan added confirming his thoughts with a smug smirk and shrug “we have experience keeping a original contained besides, Rebekah was always more likely to listen to reason than her brothers.”

Luicen wanted to express his doubt but before he could a choked gasp, caused him to jump before it turned into a series of coughs ending with a quiet groan as Elijah returned to life.

He blinked looking between the heart in his hand and the shaky way Elijah pushed himself up. Lucien memorised the sight of Elijah Mikaelson on his hands and knees in front of him, blood stained shirt, looking up at him clearly tired and pained.

He wanted to show Klaus, watch his face fall at the sight of his precious brother brought down so low.

Tristan crouched down in front of him, hand going unthinkingly to tangle with the long brown strands of Elijah’s hair, it wasn’t a subtle move, broadcasting Elijah’s place as little more than a pet and Tristan’s possessiveness.

“You have ten minutes to be back in the rooms if you still wish for next week to go as planned.“ Tristan told Elijah quietly just loud enough for Lucien to hear.

Tristan stood and vanished just after that but not quick enough that Lucien had missed the way he had looked at Elijah for a moment.

It seemed Tristan was more attached to Elijah, he thought as he recognised the look as one Tristan had only ever aimed towards Aurora.

He didn't let himself wonder anymore as he glanced back around the room,  the dozen people he had brought with him; because of their strength and smarts and Elijah had killed them all in minutes. Whatever mess Tristan and Elijah had fallen into didn’t concern him, he had to concern himself over ensuring Klas stayed alive while making sure he’s never found out.

“You're back to sharing rooms.” he asked when his attention was drawn from the corpses to Elijah dragging himself to stand, he ignored the reminder over how no many have weak Elijah look at this moment the only thing keeping him alive was Tristan’s want of it.

“We never shared rooms.” Elijah told him coldly as he straightened up, apparently trying to pretend he hadn’t just seen him manhandled and killed without being able to defend himself. 

“just the bed, tell me are you sleeping in his bed again?” he pleaded mockingly, “that makes you more than a pet,” he grinned as the sneered word almost got a flinch “that makes you a toy.

Elijah vanished in a burst of speed that surprised Lucien given he had been swaying as he stood there.

Leaving him in a room as silent as a grave and the bodies of the people he brought with him.

—

Elijah arrives back in time stumbling after forcing his body to move faster than he could so soon after regrowing his heart.

He really shouldn't have been surprised to find Tristan waiting.

“Remove your shirt.”

He suppressed a sigh, Lucien's appearance and the rumours of his nights with Aurora had sent Tristan into a spiteful mood and he was directing it at Elijah, blaming the century they spent as Klaus and Rebekah for the reason they wouldn't follows his demands to stay away from each other.

Elijah didn't bother trying to correct Tristan and remind him they did the same when they were living, he wasn't going to risk Tristan being petty and cancelling the promised escape from this accursed manor.

It was the sole reason he had agreed to play along with Tristan little show.

Other than the chance to let loose and tear the rest apart, he hated the constant feeling of the ritual dragging him down like invisible chains. It was enough to get him to accept father's blood in his veins and carve violence.

“How was it?” He asked instead of questioning the order, neatly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it from his shoulder to lay over a chair on the way to the bed.

“You went off script.” Tristan complained sharply, 'and you tore out my heart and gave it to him' he thought longing to say it but keeping it trapped behind his teeth to tired for the argument.

“He wouldn’t have believed it without a little disobedience.” he shrugged as he sat on the bed, it wasn’t untrue but he truly had been torn between listening and killing Lucien out of petty spite.

Tristan's hand is soft as it traced across his skin spreading out over his heart, where he had torn it out minutes before even if the skin held no sign.

But then it also held no sign from father’s sword that had first killed him, ended his human life and what little innocence they all had. Scars didn’t remain, leaving them free of the evidence of how broken they were.

It’s sharp and sudden, the repeat of minutes before, he choked as he felt Tristan fingers wrap around his heart, before something tore.

His vision swam as he took in Tristan holding his heart in front of him before blackness swallowed it.

—

Breathing hurts is his first thoughts as he woke up

Pointless really, considering Vampires don't need to breathe but their body keeps doing it as a hold over from life, like the fact they didn’t need as much sleep as humans but Elijah found himself sleeping as much as them. Some things are disconnected to the reason of the body and exist alone inside the mind.

He fights to keep his eyes open as he stares at the ceiling, one heavy blink managed to get the attention of the sole other person in the room .

“It’s been hours.”

“What?” he asked as he tried to sit up only to find himself pinned by Tristan’s handset over his heart, he froze, it wouldn’t be hard to Tristan to take his heart again and who knew how long it would take to heal, as the sudden burst of adrenaline faded he realised he wasn’t sure he would be able to sit up, let alone stand as he noticed how exhausted his body felt.

It shouldn’t surprise him since he had needed to regrow his heart twice in one day, there was a limit to what he could heal from before his body shut down to converse his power.

Instead of repeating it Tristan pulled away to get a glass of blood that hadn't been there before.

He returned to hold out her glass to him and then raised a brow  while holding out the glass when Elijah hadn't sat to take the glass.

“I can’t sit up.” he admitted with a sigh, Tristan fails to hide the flicker of concern from him even as Elijah tries not to notice it.

He hates how gentle Tristan was as he helped him up, how his body leans into him and how easy it is to drink from the glass he held. To let go as Tristan fussed in a way Elijah had watched him do over Aurora both alive and recently.

[sapphireginger]

Always & Forever

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If asked, Mikael Mikaelson would deny having a favorite among his children but it would be a lie. His youngest son, Miezko was perfect in every way. He wasn’t born a werewolf, a vampire or even a human. No, his youngest son was born as a very powerful true spark. It pleased him to no end and, of course, the favoritism caused dissension between the children and Miezko was five years younger than the next youngest. Freya and Finn were the oldest and were twins. Elijah was the next eldest, then Rebekah, followed by Klaus, Kol and last but not least Miezko.

Some comments were made about the future, what jobs the children would obtain when the time came and along with those discussions there was grumbling and muttering from the children. Rebekah in particular brought up nepotism because she was jealous but Mikael didn’t let any of those cruel and snide remarks phase him. They would learn eventually that nepotism wasn’t always a bad thing and quite possibly realize that there was no nepotism involved at all. Mikael was never given anything; he had to earn everything he had. Why should his children be any different?

Of Miezko’s siblings only Kol and Klaus treated Miezko like their brother. Rebekah, Finn and Freya did not like him. Elijah was the one to comfort Miezko when he needed it most though, and even though he hid it well to prevent further dissension and division among them, Elijah truly loved his little brother and he swore to always protect him. This turned out to be necessary in ways none of the Mikaelsons could ever have predicted.

Esther, their mother, was outed as a witch by someone they trusted and Mikael ordered his children to go into hiding. With a single look exchanged between them, Mikael made Elijah responsible for the three youngest. It was with a heavy heart and fear in their veins that Elijah and his younger siblings fled under the cover of darkness. Eleven year old Klaus, and eight year old Kol, were running behind him and a three year old Miezko was sound asleep in seventeen year old Elijah’s arms.

When they finally stopped running it was to take a boat and escape. They made their way to Ireland and then proceeded to travel to Russia not long after. By the time they reached a safe house, one that once belonged to their ancestors, none of them could keep their eyes open any longer.

Kol and Klaus took one room while Elijah took another, Miezko still in his arms and clinging too tightly for his older brother to even consider setting him down. Not more than an hour later, Klaus and Kol had joined their brothers and, within minutes, they were now sound asleep. All of them…except Elijah.

The three youngest Mikaelson children couldn’t help but experience nightmares of smoke, fire, screams and the scent of death. Elijah knew not of the fate of their mother and father, nor the fate of Freya, Finn and Rebekah. As much as he despised those three, they were family.

His eyes scanned the sleeping forms of his youngest brothers and he settled slightly, seeing them relaxed. Right before Elijah fell asleep, he made a promise to his siblings and his parents, so soft it was barely a whisper as he said, “I will protect the three of you with my life. Always and forever.”

[braveclementine]

Epilogue

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

NINETEEN YEARS LATER

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"𝕺𝖐𝖆𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖙 everything you n- DAMON JAMES SNAPE IF YOU TRY THAT AGAIN YOU WON'T BE GOING TO HOGWARTS AT ALL YOU HEAR ME!" I shouted at my son as he pushed Seraphina on the stairs. Damon and Sera quickly ran down the rest of the stairs, probably to continue the roughhousing downstairs. I turned back to my daughter, Davina. "You have everything you need?" 

"Yes mum." Davina said impatiently. "Can we go now?" 

"Almost, go and get your stuff and put it in the car." I said, giving her a gentle push and then went back into her room. 

Severus dashed into the room, looking frenzied. This was always his least and favorite time of the year for several different reasons, "Elizabeth how many kids do we have? It's seven, right? Cause I have seven trunks?" 

I froze like a deer in headlights, mentally counting in my head. 

"Oh Merlin you don't know how many kids we have either." Severus dashed back out of the room and down the stairs. 

"Eight! Eight kids!" I shouted down the stairs. 

Remus, Minerva, Elijah, Damon, Seraphina, Hatsuharu, Davina, Marinette. Although technically, Remus was already graduated from Hogwarts. 

"No!" Marinette shouted back up. "Nine! Five boys and four girls! I want another sister!" 

Oh Merlin I had forgotten Carlisle. 

"No!" Severus shouted, skirting around her. "No more children!" 

I laughed slightly, before gathering up a few last minute belongings, hurrying down the stairs after the kids. Severus was putting the last of the trunks in the large car we had and then we headed on down to Central Station. 

"We should've just flooed." Severus said stressfully as I calmly drove down the Muggle streets. His hands were clutching the arm rests and I jerked the brakes a little. He closed his eyes, breathing in heavily. "Elizabeth!" 

I giggled and then let up on the driving, the rest of it being smooth until we pulled into the car park of Central. "See, it was fine." 

"Okay kids out the car." 

"Can I stay in the car?" Remus asked, bored. He had graduated from Hogwarts last year and would be working under Percy at the Ministry this fall. We were both extremely proud of him, although I hoped he wouldn't gain a pompous behavior. But he was much like his grandfather, so the chances were fairly low. 

"You came, you help." Severus said, helping Marinette out of the car as she wouldn't let go of the cat he'd bought her for Christmas three years ago. "Help your sister out with her trolley." 

Remus hopped out of the car and put Marinette's luggage on a trolley, before lifting her up so that she could sit on her luggage while he pushed her. 

I was more worried about her than the other kids, even though it was her second year at the school whereas it was Davina and Carlisle's first year. But Marinette was different from the rest of my kids and it worried me. 

"C'mon, Trang is waiting for us on the platform." Severus said, closing the car doors as the children started up to the school. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." I shook my head. "Just worried about Mari, that's all." 

"She'll be fine." Severus said, kissing the side of my head, leading me by my hand up to the station as well. 

Trang, Oliver, and their children; Katie and Thomas, were waiting for us outside of platform 9 3/4. 

"Hey." I hugged her tightly and she hugged me back enthusiastically. Katie seemed to be throwing a fit of sorts while Thomas went ahead through the barrier with Damon, the two of them chattering excitedly. Seraphina went next and Severus followed through with Carlisle and Davina. 

"Katie doesn't want to go." Trang said heavily, her American accent clipped. Her and Oliver had been spending most of their summers in America while he traveled for Quidditch. Then she was  Professor at Hogwarts during the winter. "She wanted to go to Illvermorny instead but I didn't want them going to different schools. But all of her witch friends are going there and. . . Merlin Elizabeth she set the house on fire last night. . ." 

"Hey they do these things." I reassured her. "Remember when Seraphina set our garden on fire cause she wanted to make s'mores but it was the middle of June and Severus said we couldn't light the bonfire?" 

Trang chuckled. "True." 

"Once she gets to Hogwarts, she'll do alright. She'll make new friends for the winter and keep her old friends for the summer. She'll love it." I said, linking arms with Trang and following Remus and Marinette through to the other side of the platform. 

"Okay I'm going to be late if I don't hurry." Trang said, looking around and hurrying off, calling after her son. 

"Auntie Elizabeth!" A new voice cried out. I turned and smiled, bending down to scoop the young girl into my arms. 

"Hi Irene, how are you doing?" I asked the young girl. Her parents, Ernie and Susan, quickly came up behind her followed by her brother Justin. 

"Good!" She said excitedly. 

"Hey Aunt Elizabeth." Justin said shyly. 

"Hey Justin." I said, getting up and ruffling his hair. 

"Elizabeth!" Severus called for me and I waved good-bye to them and headed over to my husband. "Found them." He gestured over to where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were standing with their own kids. Dad and Tonks were also nearby, saying good-bye to their two twin daughters- and my sisters- before they scrambled up onto the train. Oliver and Trang were also with them, their children also already on board. 

I smiled, seeing Dad. Over the past years I had worked hard on a werewolf potion, before becoming rather successful. Dad had been my guinea pig throughout it all, although I had begged him to let me use another werewolf. But he had insisted and now, he was extremely healthy. The newest concoction had been working for the past year and a half, except for a nasty side effect of vomiting and having a heavy fever. But dad insisted it was better than becoming a werewolf every moon instead.

"Parked all right, then?" Ron asked Harry. "I did. Hermione didn't believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I'd have to Confund the examiner." 

"No, I didn't." Hermione said. "I had complete faith in you." 

"As a matter of fact, I did Confund him." Ron whispered to Harry, Trang, and I as we loaded the luggage up. Severus was nearby as well, looking extremely concentrated as he put the trunks away. Trang and I giggled. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that." 

Back on the platform, Lily and Hugo were discussing which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts. 

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you." Ron said. "But no pressure!" 

"Ron!" 

While Lily and Hugo laughed, Albus, Rose, Davina, and Carlisle looked rather solemn. Katie simply continued to pout angrily. 

"He doesn't mean it." Hermione and Ginny said together. 

"I don't care what house you're in." I said to Davina and Carlisle. 

Ron, who had been distracted with pointing out Draco Malfoy- someone none of them had seen in nineteen years although I had seen him at glances throughout my years in the Ministry- he turned his attention back to me at those words, "You don't care?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Why would I? I have three Gryffindors, two Hufflepuffs, a Ravenclaw, and a Slytherin. I am practically Hogwarts myself." 

"Ooh so that's little Scorpius." Ron muttered under his breath, no longer paying attention again, "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains." 

"Ron, for heaven's sake, don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" Hermione protested. 

"You're right, sorry. Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood." 

"Talk to her Remus." Severus' voice intruded my ears as he whispered to dad. 

"What do you want me to say?" Dad sounded incredibly amused. 

"Tell her something, anything. She'll kill me if we have anymore kids. We just got the last two out of the house! And she wants another?" 

Dad laughed. "You're only at nine Severus. You better hang on because when she was younger, she was talking about having twenty-one." 

Severus groaned. 

"Hey!" James shouted, reappearing, bursting with news. "Teddys' back there. Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!" 

Trang put a hand over her mouth so James couldn't see her laugh. 

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! Your brother! And I asked Teddy what he was doing-" 

"You interrupted them? You are so like Ron." Ginny said, exasperated. 

"-and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" James added again. 

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" Lily squealed. "Teddy would really be part of the family then!" 

"I bet Bill will be really ecstatic." Trang mumbled to me and Oliver. We both laughed. Tonks was laughing silently, so hard that tears were streaming down her face while she clutched onto dad. Severus looked slightly amused. 

Harry checked his watch and said, "It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board." 

The others bustled around to get their kids on the train and last minute hugs and kisses. 

"Okay, so remember that you're coming home for Christmas." I said to the kids as they hugged and kissed Severus and I. "Elijah! Elijah Kingsley!" Elijah turned back to me. "You make sure they come home for Christmas you understand me?" 

"Yes mum." Elijah Kingsley said, hugging me. "I won't leave 'em behind." 

"Good." I said sternly, kissing his cheek. "Minerva!" She hugged me tightly. "Make sure you tell your Aunt Minerva we said hello." 

"Of course mom." She said, before hopping on the train, her and Elijah Kingsley heading for the Head Boy and Girl carriages. 

"Okay Mari, have a good day at school." I said softly, hugging my Slytherin daughter, squishing the cat just slightly between us. 

She nodded, before hugging her father good-bye. "I love you two." I said to Davina and Carlisle. Soon all of the kids were on the train except for Albus. I smiled to myself, watching Harry talk to him down on his knees. 

Lee and I had kept the band together and today as the train pulled out, we would release the last album we'd make. At least together. The one with the song 'Bravest Man I Ever Knew.' I could hear Harry tell Albus where his name originated from, just like it would say in the song. And the last album that told the story of our lives would be out. 

Albus climbed onto the train and us parents watched. Trang was gone, probably to apparate to Hogsmeade so she could get to Hogwarts before he kids. Severus stood next to me, one hand in mine, the other in his pocket. Dad and Tonks stood to the side, waving at their girls: Isabelle and Clementine. 

The children on the train craned to get a good look at us, pointing and whispering to each other. Severus huffed, turning his face away slightly. 

"Why are they all staring?" Albus demanded. 

"Don't let it worry you. It's me. I'm extremely famous." Ron said. 

Albus, Rose, Hugo, Lily, Carlisle, and Damon laughed. The train began to move, Harry walking alongside it. Severus and I waved until the train had completely pulled away. 

"Elizabeth." Dad said, pulling me into a hug. Severus went ahead and stepped to the side to wait for me. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked, looking him over. 

"The best I've been in years, thanks to you." He said softly. After the war, Kingsley had given him a job in the Auror department before he had retired eight years ago. "By the way, don't try to drive Severus to crazy." 

I smirked. "I'll try." 

I kissed Dads' cheek and headed back to Severus. Just as the two of us pushed back through the barrier to the real world, I paused, seeing Albus sitting on the train with  Scorpius. It was so random and uncertain that I just stood there for a moment. 

Severus turned back, looking at me with concern. 

"Coming." I said, hurrying after him. 

I knew he had seen me, my eyes glazed over. I knew he knew what that meant. And as we both headed to the car in silence, Remus tailing after us, I knew we were both thinking the same thing: I hadn't had a vision in nineteen years. 

THE END

And yet. . .

TO BE CONTINUED IN

*drumroll please*

ELIZABETH KANE AND THE CURSED CHILD!!!!

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[aajjks]

i suck at this but let’s pretend it’s okay 😂

bunny jungkookie

it really is nothing, okay? please just drop it and go pick up our daughter before she’s wondering where you are. i’ll see you later tonight, okay? bye.

~ 8pm rolls around when noona finally gets home

noona: i’m home! are the kids already asleep? no, it’s okay! you can clean up dinner and i’ll check on them! yeah, yeah i’ll eat after i check on them!

~ noona goes to see her baby boy is safely asleep in him small bed. wishing she had nights where she would be the one putting him to bed for once. she gently kissed his forehead before quietly walking into her daughters room, only to find her awake. turning as the door opened to see who had walked in.

ellie: mommy!! you’re here?!!

noona: hi baby! i know it’s late and i should really let you go to bed but i just wanted to see you and your brother…

ellie: it’s okay mommy! i’ve missed you so much!

noona: ive been missing you more than you can imagine… missing so much of you two… god… why does it feel like you’ve gotten taller?

ellie: because have silly! i’m almost seven years old! i’m becoming a big girl!

noona: you are, you are getting big i just can’t believe i’m missing everything… feels like i never get to see you and your brother up and awake anymore.

ellie: it’s okay mommy. daddy tells us all the time that even when you’re away, you’re always thinking about us.

noona: i always think about you and elijah. always. so much so that i wanted another little baby.

ellie: i’m going to have another little brother or sister! i hope it’s a sister so i can train her to whoops elijah’s butt!

noona: no baby. theres no baby, it was just a thought.

ellie: there’s no potato in your belly? but why not mommy?

mommy thought about having another baby, giving you a little brother or sister but… but that wouldn’t be fair. not to you, elijah, or this potato. i barley have time to even see you or your brother baby… it wouldn’t be fair to have another baby when i can’t give you attention while you’re here. you deserve it and i can barely do that. if the baby got here, what if i couldn’t give them any attention? see? it’s just not fair…

ellie: it’s okay mommy, don’t cry. i love you!

noona: i’m sorry, i just hate myself for not being here for you. not like a mother should. i’m not just a provider for you and elijah but your mommy and i’ve been playing provider more than mommy, haven’t i… i guess i just thought mommy would be able to… i don’t know, maybe push daddy to get the job and mommy could stay home, get you and your brother ready for school, cook for you guys, and maybe… actually get the chance to feel like a mommy, to… the potato? i just wanted the change to be the one to experience your first words, first steps, to be the first to know what foods you like and didn’t, take you school shopping instead of just seeing everything in the dirty clothes.. but that’s just wishful thinking. daddy can’t get certain jobs and you two are closer to him than me so… it’s probably hurt you to not see him as much like you don’t see me… and you’re asleep… guess that’s what i get for coming home so late in a school night…

~ noona places the sleeping girl down in her bed before also giving her first born a big kiss on the cheek. she heads to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes into something comfortable when her husband walks in.

noona: hey baby. just give me a few minutes to take a shower and i’ll be down to eat. thank you for dinner! it smelled great, can’t wait to try it!

He’s so glad that you’re back home and you got to meet with your children but he sure that Ellie and Elijah were already asleep but maybe Ellie was still awake, and the truth is that your little girl has been missing you very much. Jungkook tries his best to be with his children all the time because he’s at home while we go working.

He hates himself for not being able to provide for his family like a man should be, your relationship is really different from a classic relationship because you’re the breadwinner, and he just does nothing except for taking care of the house and the children

But not anymore because he’s going to get a job one way or another and he’s already found a nice restaurant, he’s going to give an entry tomorrow and maybe a demo of his cooking?

As he enters the room, he sees changing and he doesn’t waste moment to hug you from behind, and he kisses all over your neck, “mhmm I’m so glad you’re home.” he wraps his arms around your waist, and he cannot help but caress your belly.

He still remembers your conversation from today. you want to have another child. And it’s your right. But your circumstances right now are just not compatible.

He would give you as many children as you would want but you’re the one who has to be pregnant- and also provide for the family.

“Noona… I was thinking that-as soon as I got a job, maybe we could start trying for Baby number three.. I know you want to have a child and I kind of heard you talking to Ellie… I wasn’t eavesdropping but I heard you and please don’t feel guilty because you’re the best mommy ever and I am the one who should be ashamed because as a man, it’s my responsibility to put food on the table but I don’t..” he whispers in your neck with guilt.

As a woman, you probably want to be a mother who’s with her children at all times like most, and he’s taking that away from you.

“I will give you the child I promise. Once I start earning so you can be at home with the kids and you won’t have to worry about anything… yeah?”

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 518

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 83: God Seekers 12

Gen 4:26 And a son was also born to Seth, whom he named Enosh. AT THAT TIME PEOPLE BEGAN to worship the LORD. NET

Our Altars Today 2

What has a NAME got to do with Altars please?

Nothing really beloved, but let us review a few things.

You see, even the Altars that men built in those days, where they supposed they were offering to God, was questioned by God Himself.

Their “obvious” devotion was too plain in God’s sight.

Amo 5:25-26 DID YOU BRING SACRIFICES AND OFFERINGS TO ME IN THE WILDERNESS FOR FORTY YEARS, O house of Israel? But you lifted up your images—Siccuth your ‘king’, and Chiun, your star gods—which you made for yourselves, TLV

It means that all the Altars Moses built by God’s instructions, were a waste of time. They pretentiously reserved their own altars and idols in their hearts.

It’s evident that many never discarded idols like the golden calf from their minds. They secretly lusted after such.

Eze 14:3 “Son of man, THESE MEN HAVE TAKEN THEIR IDOLS INTO THEIR HEART, AND PUT THE STUMBLING BLOCK OF THEIR INIQUITY BEFORE THEIR FACE. Should I be inquired of at all by them? WEB

This seems a steady, consistent problem notable to God and He kept saying it to all.

Isa 29:13 The Lord said, "These people claim to worship me, but their words are meaningless, and their hearts are somewhere else. Their religion is nothing but human rules and traditions, which they have simply memorized. GNB

You know, when God referred to Israel as “these people”, it shows that they are strange to Him, right?

I mean, how would you feel if someone’s is praising you but right before you, he is ogling someone else?

This is how you know that Altars of Men could only be transient, even if Jesus never came.

That’s why is is more a matter of NAME than ALTARS. Again…

Mat 18:20 For wherever two or three COME TOGETHER IN HONOR OF MY NAME, I am right there with them!” TPT

So now, imagine again that God gave instructions to make a snake statue, but the people eventually called it a name of their own, related to idols, and worshiped it instead of God.

2Ki 18:4 He removed the high places, and brake the images, and cut down the groves, and BRAKE IN PIECES THE BRASEN SERPENT THAT MOSES HAD MADE: for unto those days THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL DID BURN INCENSE TO IT: AND HE CALLED IT NEHUSHTAN. KJV

If we still made personal Altars today, people of different generations will go there, idolize it and call it their own “developed” names and bow to it.

So, today, it is the name of the person we are gathered before that is important, not really the Altar.

Gen 49:10 THE SCEPTRE shall not depart from Judah, nor A LAWGIVER from between his feet, UNTIL SHILOH COME; AND UNTO HIM SHALL THE GATHERING OF THE PEOPLE BE. KJV

Jesus is that LAWGIVER with the sceptre and only in His name will we come before God.

His name becomes the “virtual” Altar upon which your sacrifices are offered.

Joh 16:26 Then you will be able to ASK THE FATHER FOR THINGS IN MY NAME. I'm not saying that I will have to ask the Father for you. ERV

Some people excessively idolize their spiritual Leaders. Do you know that there is way you emphasize “the God of our father in the Lord” that it become offensive to God?

You have indirectly made him your altar upon which you offer to God and that’s competitive.

Elisha only said it once: when “Power” was about to “change hands”.

2Ki 2:14 He took the coat and struck the water with it. He asked, "WHERE IS THE LORD GOD OF ELIJAH?" As he struck the water, it divided to his left and his right, and Elisha crossed the river. GW

Some ministers will preach and talk so much about themselves. They have indirectly made themselves gods and make room for simple-minded people to worship them.

Joh 7:18 HE WHO SPEAKS OF HIMSELF SEEKS HIS OWN GLORY, but he who seeks the glory of Him who sent Him is true, and no unrighteousness is in Him. MKJV

Let our Altars be the Name of Jesus, upon which we offer our sacrifices of Praise & Thanksgiving, and the Lord will give full regard to us all, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Wednesday, as we proceed with this Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Monday, June 03, 2024

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pairing(s): elijah x reader

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author’s note: hi! i’ve been very busy, still am, but i wanted to upload this bc it’s a) short and b) so sweet. i am still working on Switzerland pt. 3, it’s being revised & edited bc it’s long, that’s why it isn’t out yet. for now, please enjoy this & any other future ones. ok bye! remember to please comment and share, i enjoy reading everything!

“Hello, my name is Mrs. L’urange and I’m the principal. You must be Sebastian’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Yes, I’m Elijah and this is my wife, Y/N Mikaelson.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. I apologize that it’s under such circumstances.”

“And what would those be?”

“Your son, Sebastian, was caught in a fight with another child.” 

Sebastian was sitting on the couch, in the other room, with a teacher while the principal spoke to his parents. Y/N watched her son and stood quietly, letting Elijah speak on her behalf.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like him. Why is he over there?” Y/N spoke up.

“I had asked him to wait for you while I spoke to you first.”

“Ok well he can come now.”

The principal simply smiled and nodded to the teacher. The woman said something to Sebastian then ushered the boy out of the room.

“Mom! Dad!” Sebastian practically jumped on his parents.

“Hi love. Are you alright?” Y/N leaned down to greet her son.

“Yeah but I want to tell you what happened.”

“Oh there’s no need for that, I already did.” The principal interjected.

“But that’s-”

Mrs. L’urange didn’t let him finish his sentence. “I have the complaint form filled out already. Your signatures will be needed below.”

“Actually I want to hear what my son has to say.” Elijah said, smiling at the woman. He knew exactly what he was doing because she agreed even though it was a bit reluctant.

“Well I was playing at the swings and this boy came over. He wanted a turn but I wasn’t done yet. I told him he can have a different swing but he refused and pushed me.”

“And what happened?” Y/N asked.

“I said ‘that wasn’t very nice’ and reached for the swing. He pulled it to him and hit me in the face with the seat so I punched him. He started bleeding and cried. My teacher said I needed to go to the office.”

Y/N looked up at her husband then the principal. She stood up, walked forward to the desk and grabbed the form.

“Why does this say my son is suspended and the child is reprimanded?”

“Your son started a fight.” Mrs. L’urange replied.

“I wouldn’t call a punch a fight. And he wouldn’t have needed to punch him had the boy gone to play on a different swing.” Y/N placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the woman.

“No child is allowed to hit another.”

“Good then this boy should be suspended as well.” Y/N retorted.

“That’s not how it works ma’am.”

“Do not ma’am me.” Y/N turned to her son “Honey, who is this boy?”

“Kaden. He’s in my homeroom.” Sebastian smiled at his mother.

He knew she would stand up for him to anyone, no matter what. Before Y/N could say something that couldn’t be taken back, Elijah stepped forward and gently caressed her back. He knew his wife was unstoppable when it came to their children and he’d never hold her back, if anything he’d cheer but not now. Arguing back and forth wasn’t going to change anything.

“Darling, let me. Take Seb outside and wait please?” Elijah asked her, still soothing her back.

“Okay but he’s not being suspended for this. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Yes darling.” Elijah kissed his wife’s forehead as he handed her the car keys.

Once Y/N and Sebastian were out of the office, past the secretary’s front desk, and outside of the building, Elijah turned to the teacher and the principal. They didn’t know what they were in for but judging from the look in his eyes, they had no chance of winning this.

Minutes later Elijah walks out with a smile and is greeted by his wife and siblings. Y/N and Elijah were out when they received the phone call from the school, his siblings had asked to be kept in the loop. Y/N had just finished informing them of what happened.

“Well? What did she say?” His sister, Rebekah, spoke first.

“Hello sister. She didn’t say much but she said she’ll let it go.” Elijah sent Y/N a smile.

“Good because the board would’ve heard from me.”

“I’m sure they would.” Elijah knew his wife too well.

“Well since we’re here, let’s get Ellie too.”

“We’ll go get her.” Rebekah volunteered and sped into the building before Elijah or Y/N could say anything. Niklaus shrugged and followed his sister.

They walked to the front desk and was met with an elderly woman, she seemed almost in her early 60s. The woman didn’t lift her eyes, only reached for the telephone next to her and waited. Rebekah and Niklaus watched her. Neither said a word until she looked up at them through her glasses.

“You’re here for someone I assume. Who is it and are you the parent?” Her voice didn’t even match her face. It sounded much younger than one would think.

“Yes, we’re here for Madeliné Mikaelson.” Rebekah replied with a smile.

“Are you the parent?”

“No, I’m her aunt.”

“Are you on the contact list?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

The woman took her time to search through a book then searched on the computer.

Niklaus whispered to Rebekah, “I could’ve quickly taken her by now and we’d be gone.”

“We’re not kidnapping our niece Nik!”

Finally the woman spoke again. “What is your reasoning for the early dismissal?”

“Because I bloody can.” Rebekah was irritated by this point.

After ten excruciatingly long minutes, Madeliné was escorted with a teacher to the office. The moment she saw her aunt, she ran away from her teacher towards her.

“Auntie Bex! Uncle Nikky!” Madeliné shouted.

“My sweet girl!” Rebekah lowered herself down to wrap her niece in a bear hug.

“There’s my girl.” Niklaus was next to hug her then he lifted her into his arms.

Madeliné had always liked the nickname Ellie because it was similar to her father’s name, Elijah. It was easy to see that she was her father’s little princess. Once they were all outside, she smiled widely when she saw her mother. Niklaus gently put her down and she ran over, Y/N opened her arms wide, showering her daughter with kisses as she giggled.

“Where’s daddy?” before Y/N can answer, she hears a response.

Elijah called out “Princess?” and popped up from the other side of the car. Y/N handed her daughter over and Elijah smiled down at his little girl.

“Can I ride home with Auntie Bex and Uncle Nikky?” asked Madeliné.

“If they’re alright with it, why not?” Elijah replied as he looked at his siblings.

“Of course darling!” Rebekah quickly replied with a smile.

“Me too! Don’t leave me!” A voice spoke out from the car, it was Sebastian.

“Seb? Why are you here?” Madeliné asked.

“I punch-” he stopped himself as he looked at his parents then whispered to his sister “I’ll tell you later.”

Elijah chuckled and Y/N told Rebekah and Niklaus that they were going to pick up their youngest. So they split up, Rebekah and Klaus head home and Elijah and Y/N go to the daycare.

“Ok they’re gone, now tell me.” Madeliné urged her brother.

“Well I punched Kaden because he hit me with the swing seat.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

“I feel bad because he was bleeding but he cried like a little girl so that was funny.”

“Seb! We don’t hit anyone, mom and dad will be mad.” Madeliné warned her brother.

“Only because Mrs. Orange told mom and dad but dad spoke to her.

“Mrs. L’urange?” Madeliné asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I said, Mrs. Orange.” Sebastian smiled.

“Did you start the fight?” Rebekah asked her nephew.

“No, I was swinging by myself.”

“Well then you stood up for yourself and I’m proud.” Niklaus smiled, looking at his nephew through the rearview mirror.

“Really Uncle Nik? Dad seemed sad.”

“Yes really. Ah he’ll get over it, there’s time for words and time for action.”

“Don’t teach the children violence!” Rebekah lightly hits her brother’s arm.

“It’s not, I’m just proud of him. He’s now a real Mikaelson.”

“Am I a Mikaelson Uncle Nikky?” Madeliné wonders out loud.

“Of course sweetheart, you’re my favorite niece.”

“Silly, I’m your only niece!” Madeliné laughs at her uncle but is happy with the reassurance.

“Can we get ice cream?” Sebastian chimes in.

“You haven’t had your meal yet. You know it’s only after dinner.” Rebekah reminds him.

“But it’s just a snack. I won’t tell mom or dad, promise!”

“Sebastian-” Rebekah starts.

“Or I’ll tell dad Uncle Nik told us to fight others.” Sebastian innocently smiles at his aunt.

Niklaus laughs at his little nephew. “My My aren’t you an extortionist. And that’s not even what I said.”

“Yeah yeah. Potato potato, tomato tomato.”

“So do we have a deal? Ice cream for our silence?” Madeliné chimes in to support her brother.

“You are Mikaelsons.” Niklaus smirks and nods his head. He makes a different turn, away from home, and drives towards the nearest ice cream place. Rebekah tuts but hides her smile.

Elijah and Y/N made it to the daycare in peaceful silence. Y/N is thinking of how to approach her kids on the topic of standing their ground and self defense. Elijah is mentally applauding himself for his son’s courage.

“We need to talk to him. I’m glad he stood up for himself but I don’t want it to become an issue.” Y/N speaks into the silence.

“We will darling. I highly doubt it would become a repeating offense.”

“I hope not.”

“It sounds like he had a fantastic swing.” Elijah smirks.

“Eli!”

“The child cried apparently.”

“Yes because his nose is possibly broken and he bled!”

“Darling I do not condone violence but I am proud of him. I know secretly you are too.” Elijah reaches for his wife’s hand and kisses the back of it.

Y/N kept her gaze forward in order to hide her smile from him. He lets her hand go and gets out of the car then walks around to her side and opens the passenger door. Holding out his hand for her. She gladly takes it, leans forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I am proud.” Is all she says before walking towards the front doors of the daycare building.

In no time at all, they find their child’s room. It was two hours past lunchtime so all the toddlers were down for their naps. Y/N heads to the cubicles, cubbies, and starts gathering her son’s items. Elijah walks into the room to pick up their son.

“Oh hello! You’re so early today!” Miss Heather, their son’s main teacher, greeted him.

“Yes, I apologize. Is it not allowed?”

“Of course! I’m so sorry, I just meant that I’m surprised.”

Elijah simply smiled at her then looked past her shoulder at the rows of cribs with sleeping toddlers.

“Theo had a bit of a rough morning.” A voice spoke from behind him.

Theodore was the youngest Mikaelson. Y/N and Elijah had given their children French royalty names. It was a mixture of Elijah loving that time period and also Y/N’s obsession with royals.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Y/N had grabbed all of Theo’s things and was standing by the door when she overhead.

“He had a bit of a fever around 9 this morning though he ate all his breakfast. He didn’t play as he usually does, I read him several books while we rocked on the chair. He had a few bites of his lunch but didn’t finish and he didn’t want snacks.”

“Did you give him anything for the fever?” Elijah asked, he had somehow walked across the entire room and was now standing next to Theo’s crib.

“No, I didn’t think I was allowed to. I used a cold damp towel on his forehead and placed it on his back as well. His temperature dropped within a few minutes.”

“Did he cry or anything?” Y/N was looking at her sleeping child from the other side of the room.

“No, he actually fell asleep quickly. We moved his crib closer to the back because it’s cooler but added one extra blanket.”

“And who are you?” Elijah tore his gaze from Theo to face the young woman.

“I’m sorry, I’m Millie. I’m a teacher in training so I help out here and do whatever Miss Heather asks.” Millie introduced herself.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice that the girl kept staring at Elijah the entire time. She didn’t turn around once, not even when Y/N had asked her questions directly.

Elijah reached down and picked Theodore from his crib, he placed the blankets back down on the bed. Y/N reached into the bag in search of a light blanket and found one. The room was cool and it was a bit chilly outside. Once Elijah reached her, she threw the blanket over him and covered both of them.

“Is everything alright?” Miss Heather asked.

“Yes, why?” Elijah responded.

“Normally only one of you picks him up. Today you both did and it’s earlier than usual.”

“We just wanted to pick him up early today.”

Y/N walked out of the room first then Elijah followed behind with Theo laid over his shoulder. They walked down the hallway quietly until they reached outside. Once Theo was in his car seat and his bag was in the car, Y/N remembered something. She had forgotten to sign the papers. Whenever a parent picked up their child, they had to sign the time and day as they would in the morning when they dropped off.

Elijah told her it was alright, he’d return inside to do it. He briskly walked back and right before he entered the room, he heard them. There were sounds of different women speaking, it sounded like Miss Heather and Millie but also others. They were speaking about him.

“Oh. My. Goodness. Did y’all see him? That suit?!”

“How does she only have three children with him? If it were me, we’d be on baby number 10!”

“I ain’t never been jealous of any woman but his wife is so blessed.”

“What I’d give to switch lives with her for a day!”

“A day?? He seems like he knows what to do. Didn’t y’all see his arms? I need 10 minutes only.”

“Ugh, he’s such a dilf.”

It took Elijah only minutes to fully understand what they were speaking of. If only they knew, he had four children but they were partly right, he’d love to have more with Y/N. He couldn’t help smirking to himself, something about the way these women spoke of him excited him. To their dismay, all he could think about was his wife.

He couldn’t wait to tell her because he knew her reaction. He knew that she’d say something that bordered near jealousy but that wouldn’t faze him. Oh hell no. If anything, it’d turn him on even more. Y/N being jealous is one of the sexiest things he loved, there were more things but this was the lesser of the provocative ones. Gathering himself and wiping that smile off his face, he walked forward and opened the door.

“I’m sorry. My wife reminded me that we forgot to sign.”

“Oh yes! Let me go get the book.” Miss Heather quickly got up from her seat.

There were five women in the room, 3 new faces he didn’t know. They were all sat in a circle, their conversation had grown quiet. The teacher returned with the book and placed it on the desk. Elijah searched for a pen from the inside of his suit, purposely moving slowly because he was aware of their eyes on him. He found it, pulled it out slowly then clicked the top of it, stretching his fingers a bit in the process. With so much grace, he signed quickly and closed the book. The pen returned to its place in his jacket and he said his goodbyes.

The women waited until they no longer could hear the sound of his footsteps and started their gossip anew. Elijah simply smirked like a giddy child impatient to tell his wife. Her jealousy meant she’d be dominant and he submissive, he’d never publicly admit it because only she knew of his willingness.

Once he got to the car, he couldn’t shake off what one woman said. He turned to Y/N and prepared himself.

“Can I ask you something?” He started.

“Is everything ok?” Y/N was calm but he could sense her slightly worrying.

“Yes, I just heard something and wanted to ask you about it.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“What is a dilf?”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed then a gigantic smile wormed it’s way onto her face. In a mere matter of seconds, she broke out into fits of giggles. Elijah was completely confused. Did the women call him something rude and offensive? If so, why would his wife laugh? Of course he hadn’t told her where he heard the word or from whom but still.

Elijah cleared his throat and looked at Y/N. “What is it?”

Y/N tried her absolute best to control herself but she simply couldn’t. She wasn’t even able to let out any words that were comprehensible.

“Who-” She laughed “Wh-where did y-you hear…?”

“The daycare women. Is it bad?”

The thing that was making her laugh uncontrollably was his cluelessness. It made him seem so purely innocent.

Y/N placed a hand over her chest in hopes to stop herself then spoke slowly to pace her words otherwise she’d laugh all over again. “A dilf is like a milf.”

Elijah blinked at her. Y/N softly smiled and reached for his hand, which he let her so she kissed his finger and quickly licked it before he could even react. The mood in the car was slowly shifting from an innocent fun one to a playful one.

“Dilf stands for dad I’d like to fuck. Some women call their husbands, daddy and not in the childlike way.” Y/N looked up at her husband in a way only he understood.

Elijah’s eyes grew wide and he coughed. Holy shit, had those women been thinking of more than sex with him? The thought of it didn’t appeal to him at all but knowing that his wife saw him as a dilf gave him ideas.

He cocked his head to the side and asked her, “Is that how you see me, as a dilf?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know this already.”

“I don’t know how I didn’t either. We’ll have to change that.”

“Oh darling I can’t wait.” Y/N bit her lip and smiled to herself.

Thank goodness his siblings had taken their other children out for ice cream, Rebekah had informed him. He had about an hour with Y/N without worrying about traumatizing his children or being taunted by his siblings. They rarely ever had daytime sex so during the drive home, he was going to let his mind wonder on all the possibilities. 

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the originals (you belong)

summary: The Mikaelsons family stumbles across a plot to assassinate the Prince. Despite Klaus’ judgement, you are determined to take on that challenge with the help of some magic. You demonstrate to them and to yourself that you BELONG!

paring: jake x female reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, slight smut/suggestive

word count: 7k

warnings: suggestive scene

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➳ part of the drunk & dazed series

a/n: i’m not a big fan of this work, i don’t know what it is but i feel like it could be better. I didn’t do my routine thorough read so forgive me for any mistakes. thank you for waiting for this member. enjoy and much love from babytaes. :)

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"This is not allowed, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

Hearing footsteps behind you, a hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shutting the door behind you as he gently pushes you up against the wall.

"Don't pretend you haven't been keeping an eye on me for the past few weeks. I'm sure you want it as much as I do, y/n.”

Licking your lips, you slap his hands off of you and make your way to his massive bed as you fall back.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's just your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaching the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you yanked his hand away from you and dashed to the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

“Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family"

It wasn't the finest decision to leave him standing there, but it was necessary for your protection. You wouldn't want to jeopardize the next person in line.

Even if something might have worked with him, the risk was too high.

Everyone should be cautious when they're among the Milkasons, including the youngest.

It wasn't all bad being with the Mikaelsons. They were like a second family to you, despite the fact that you had only met them millennium before. It was strange to find them on that fateful day.

You never know when the all-powerful Originals will appear on your doorstep and request to look after their brother.

It seemed strange. Right?

"Calm down, brother; we'll find a place." We wouldn't be in this situation if you quit yelling and spreading mayhem all over the place."

Klaus ignores his brother and knocks on a cottage door, rolling his eyes at him.

"Oh, Elijah, just shut up; you're just trying to prove me wrong."

Elijah straightens himself as he hears light footsteps approaching the door and approaches the madam who opens it.

"Hello-, your mother bowed down to them and swiftly looked down."

Elijah takes a step in front of his sibling, who is rambling to your mother. Nothing is audible to you. Even so, you see a boy from behind the corner. He appears to be your age and is hidden behind the towering man.

As he moves from behind the man and toward the back, you snicker and watch him through the windows as he approaches the back door.

As you walk through it, you come face to face with the curious boy.

"Hello, my name is Jake; how about you?" He extends his hand, and you eagerly examine it.

"My name is y/n."  Do you want to join me in my game? "I don't have anyone to play with." As you drag him to your makeshift playhouse, you grasp his hand in yours and shake it hard.

You and he hit it off right away when you were outside. You didn't have many friends, so having someone to play house with was very entertaining at your young age

"Hey, come back," He said as he snatched your toy vehicle, making you and him giggle. "Give it back," you insist  

The two men and your mother were standing by the rear door, staring at you two. 

"I believe he will be a perfect fit. Don't worry, I'll do my best." Before summoning Jake over, Klaus and Elijah thanked your mother one again.

They said their goodbyes and walked away, and your memories were about to start.

---

You and Jake have been inseparable since then; it's always been you two against the world. Despite the fact that you and he come from two different worlds, you manage to make it work on occasion.

You stood far away from the commotion, watching the royal family squabble over royal matters. Jake had just been summoned, and you took a step back, not wanting to cause any disruption.

Despite the fact that they could clearly hear and see you, you continued to stand there.

"Brother, we wouldn't be in this stupid situation if it weren't for your inconvenient behavior once more."

Life is always tumultuous when you basically grow up with a group of originals. I don't think there has ever been a moment when someone wasn't screamed at, killed, or cursed.

It's always something with them.

Jake looks at you, rolling his eyes and making a variety of facial expressions. He loved his life except for this part.

His family 

Your mother took him in and practically raised him when you were younger. You never understood why his family always left him behind. It seems like just because his family was on the run at the time they couldn't or didn't have time to look after him.

As a result, when he reached adulthood, he was able to take his rightful place in the kingdom, and because your family took on that responsibility, you were granted permission to remain in the kingdom.

I mean, the enormous rooms and countless bathrooms never get old, noo. Even though everything appeared to be all in good humor, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Feeling as if you've never belonged there 

You were a vampire with most of their powers, but you lacked the "royal," and no matter how hard you tried, you could never fit into their mold.

You take one last look at the family, shake your head, and then walk away. You still have a lot of work ahead of you.

You arrive at your mother's room slowly and open it to see her folding laundry. As you approached her and sat down on her, her demeanor brightened.

"You do know you're pretty heavy, sweetie?"

"Mmh," you mutter under your breath as you roll away from her and to the ground. To pass the time, you take a shirt and begin folding it.

"Mom?"

As she continued to fold, she hummed a quiet yes.

"What made you decide to take on such a difficult duty as raising Prince Jake?" She let go of the blouse in her hand as she came to a halt and stared at you. She sighs as she takes a seat next to you and tells you about that fateful day.

Your mother was inside talking to the royal family as you played in the backyard with your new friend.

She dropped her head and gazed up at Elijah and Klaus, saying, "It is such an honor to have you both in my company."

Making their way over to the table, they all sat down and discussed ways of how you could best protect him.

"We don't know when or for how long we'll be on the run, but we're prepared to pay any charge if that time comes."

As Klaus' voice boomed over the table, she shook her head at them, her hand trembling.

"We have to get out of here; I sense them." Elijah gave his troubled brother a stern look and motioned him to leave. He was in a hurry and dashed out of the house.

Elijah reached into his back pocket and placed a bag of coins on the table. He swiftly thanked you after scouting the front entrance.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but forgive our ill-timed intrusion. I'll make arrangements for payments to come from the castle every week. I'd like to thank you in advance for everything you've done for us."

Elijah nodded before sprinting into the woods in pursuit of his brother. She smiles as you take it all in and grab the bag of coins from the table.

"This is for you, love, Rest in peace, my dear."

As she make her way to the back, she calls over the two rowdy children and embrace them in a hug. As she looked at them both, they both smiled. You watched as she squatted down and spoke, holding them in her hands.

"So those two lovely gentlemen who just came by were members of the royal family, as you may know y/n, and they have entrusted us to watch and maintain track of this handsome little boy," Jake squirmed around as his face reddened as you pinched his cheek.

"For the time being, we'll do our best to make this the best time for him." Before embracing Jake in an embrace, your daughter cast a glance at him. As you gazed at the scene in front of you, a warm flush spread across your chest as you imagined the days you three would spend together..

"So it was difficult at the time, and due to your father's death and financial difficulties, it was only a matter of time before we were thrown out on the street. So, aside from the age-old law of not disobeying the royal family, it was now or never."

Your smile crept across your face as you shook your head up and down. Your mother was your role model, the woman who always wore a grin on her face and never let the world bring her down. She was daring, loving, and brave, and she did it all despite the fact that she had recently become a single mother. Moms have a lot of strength.

"Ahh, I see. Dad would be incredibly proud of you and all of your efforts."

She grinned as she threw her shirt in your direction.

"Ahh- stop"

*Knock Knock*

As you and your mother stood up to tell them to come in, a guard approached you both and communicated a message.

"You are required in the Prince chambers, Ms. Y/n." You bowed down and pecked your mum on the cheek before taking your place behind the guard.

---

You thanked the guard as you entered inside the familiar area after arriving at the enormous set of bronzed yet golden doors. When you peek inside, you notice him lying on the floor; as you carefully approached his side, you smiled and hovered over him.

"You asked for me, right? I'm going to leave if this isn't something significant." Jake gently rises, his head resting on his gigantic bed.

"It's nothing major, but I do have a request," he says. As you faced him, your eyes widened. As he turned to face you, he exuded a princely radiance. He leaned forward and lingered near your lips, his gaze fixed on you.

You leapt to your feet, terrified and intrigued, and shoved him back as you took a step back.

"Excuse my language, Jake, but what the hell was that?"  As he got up and approached you, he cocked his head to the side.

"My request?" He snatched your hands and held them in his. You'd never been caressed with such gentleness before. It was an unfamiliar sensation that made you feel warm but strange.

"This is not permitted, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

A hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shuts the door behind you and gently pushes you up against the wall, hearing footsteps behind you.

"Don't act like you weren't eyeing me these past weeks. I know you want this just as much as I do y/n."

You smack his hands off of you and make your way to his large bed as you fall back, licking your lips.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's simply your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaking the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you shoved his hand away from you and opened the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

"Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family."

As you turned the corner and ran down the corridor, you left him stunned and in disarray. You didn't stop running until you were outdoors, far away from the castle, in the fabled garden.

As you fall on top of the fountain, the tears won't stop flowing. The day was slipping away as your sobs drew the attention of a curious woman. It wasn't until she sat next to you and spoke to you that you realized it.

"One of those days, huh?"

As she stretched her hand to you, you shrieked and fell back on your hands, frightened and terrified.

"Sorry for scaring you, hun; I didn't intend to. Haven't we all had awful days? My name is Davina, by the way." As she helped you up to the edge of the fountain, you took her hand in yours.

"Thanks for asking, today is one of these days." "So, may I ask what the problem is?" she asked, smiling as she moved closer to you.

"I miss my father and all that made up his eccentric character. He would know what to do." you sniffled as you glanced up at the girl with a welcome atmosphere.

She leapt to her feet and squealed, extending her hand "I enjoy helping others. In this area, I do have the upper hand. Allow me to demonstrate." You took her hand in yours after a brief moment of hesitation.

You had never expected a witch to be able to assist you, but you were willing to try. She waved to her neighbor across the street as she unlocked her door. As she arranged her stuff, she turned on the lamp and signaled for you to come sit at her table.

"Please take a seat; I won't bite. Maybe" You chuckled as you sat in the wooden chair, having forgotten that the witches lived in this neighborhood. It's not like they were exiled, but you hardly had time to check in on them and the rest of the group.

Everyone looked to be so comfortable in their own little world. Why couldn't you seem to fit in anywhere?

"All right, all right, we're ready; don't worry, it won't hurt."

"What might hur-'' As the knife quickly passed across your palm, you felt a searing feeling.

'What the hell, Davina,' you exclaimed." She chuckled as she put yout palm over a stone bowl and watched the blood drip into it.

"Sorry"

As the blood began to bubble up in the stone bowl, you pouted. As her hands swiveled around the bowl, Davine began to speak phrases you couldn't comprehend. As your eyes blinked quicker, your head began to spin.

"What's going on?" you exclaim. When she opened her eyes, you could see white orbs replacing her natural ones.

"We're ready."

---

You passed out as you receded back into your chair. Awoken Davina took your hand in hers and escorted you outside. This time, though, things were different; the day had turned to darkness, and everything appeared to be dissimilar. The town has turned completely around.

"Where are we?" As she turned to face you, she laughed.

"A better question is when are we. The spell I casted transported us to a time when I hoped you would learn something new and put things into perspective." For the 23rd time today, she began to tug you. Your heart began to drop as you arrived at your house, well, the one in the past, as you beamed at that. As you let her hand fall from yours, your nerves were heightened. As you took a step back, you began to feel panicked.

"Noo-nooo wait, how did you do this?" you say as you fall to your knees and cover your eyes. You could feel her hands on your back as she gently caressed it.

"I know, it's crazy, y/n. I just pulled some old memories back to life. I won't leave your side if you're afraid." As you saw the familiar image in front of you, you slowly pushed forward.

"Just don't leave." As you walked through the front door, you held her hand in yours. Everything seems so blurry at this point; you were just a small child, and your life was about to alter dramatically.

"Hey sweetie, go tell your father to go get some firewood. Okay?" As you crawled down off the stool and out the door, you smiled. As he turned to face you, your little feet found their way to your father's side.

"There's my little princess. What exactly do you need?" He massaged your backside as he hauled you onto his lap.

"Mommy said to get wood, and I wanna come too, daddy. May I, pretty please." He sighed as he looked at his watch, it was fairly dark, but the wood wasn't far away.

"Yes, you are welcome to join me. You're a big girl now. So you gotta help daddy out, okay?"

As you and Davina stood on the sidelines watching everyone make their way to the woodpile, you wished you had done more for him.

"All right, sweetie, you can carry one and I'll take care of the rest." You squealed as you clutched a small, almost insignificant log in your arms. As he placed a twig in your batch, he gazed down at his girl.

"Daddy, I think that's all I can carry." As he and you both began heading back to the home, you both laughed.

As the horror grew, you turned around and began crying on Davina's shoulder. You knew what was going to happen, but you couldn't bear the thought of having to go through it again. As Davina turned to face you, you felt her hands on your shoulders.

"You must see for yourself. It is the only option."

As tears flood down your cheeks, you slowly open your eyes and look at the scene.

"Thanks for helping daddy, sweetheart." "Mommy would be so proud of you." He kissed you on the head as he knelt down to you.

"You're welcome, Daddy. "Now that I'm a big girl, I can do huge things." He smiled as he took another glance around. " As your mouth enlarged, you dropped your logs. Your father's life vanished before your eyes in an instant.

As his body went slack, he fell to the ground, and you began to scream. As words slurred from your mouth, he began to shiver.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" HELP, MOMMY." As he held you in his hug, your small body slumped forward into your father's chest.

Your mother's footsteps were quick to arrive as she knelt down and took up your father, holding him in her arms.

"Honey, I'm right here," she says. A tear streamed down his cheek as he glanced up at his beautiful girls.

"Never forget that I love you all." And then, as he fell limp on your mother's lap, life left his eyes. As you gazed up at your mother, the screams resonated across the forest. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

You had no idea what was going on, but you knew something had changed.

"What's wrong with daddy, Mommy?" She slowly turns to you, pulling you closer to her breast and kissing you on the head with moist lips.

"He's gone, daddy's gone."

----

"NOo, noo stop this. I don't want to remember this." As Davina chases you down, shouting out to you, you begin to flee the scene. You come to a halt and turn to face her, yelling at her.

"Is this a joke or something? Your spells, you witches." As you fall to the ground grasping your arms and gently rock back and forth, tears begin to flow from your eyes.

Davina finally reaches you and attempts to calm you down by wrapping her arms over your shaking body. Your heart felt like it was racing at 100 miles per hour and you couldn't stop it. Everything seemed a little too real. You didn't want to think about it.

It's not that you didn't believe it; it's just that you didn't want that memory to resurface in your life.

"Just wait and listen to me, y/n. I know it's horrible, but something good came out of it." You push her away from you as you leap to your feet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"How did something wonderful emerge from my father's death, who died in my arms? DAVINA, HOW DAVINA." Davina frowns as she walks around, taking your hand in hers and leading you somewhere.

"You weren't the only one whose loved one was taken from them." You look up at her and stare blankly at her as she comes to a halt at a familiar location.

"How did we end up in front of the castle?" As inaudible sounds flow from her mouth, she begins to swirl her hands around. You stand there in astonishment as you are whisked away to someone's private quarters.

You and Davina both walk into a room where a young boy is crying into the chest of someone. As you recovered consciousness, you noticed that you were surrounded by the Original family, or at least some of them.

"We couldn't get the remedy to her in time." You stood there watching Klaus thrash around as he collided with a vase that shattered on the ground.

You shifted closer to the young kid as you observed him as his brother shouted out to him, "Niklaus." As the rest of the family walked out in tears and small sniffles, you shifted closer to the young child.

Jake was there; you had no idea his mother had died. It had never been mentioned before, so you were taken aback.

The little boy crawled onto his mother's chest as he sobbed into her chest.

"Mommy, come back to me, please."

"I'm ready to leave right now." You took her hand in yours and gripped it strongly. You were prepared for anything the world could throw at you now that you had this new knowledge. Although it was painful to revisit that memory, you chose to use it to your advantage.

Your father raised a fighter, not a wimp. You wanted to honor his memory rather than mourn it, and I feel Jake should as well.

"This is for you, Dad,"

With that, you were transported back to reality, and you found yourself back where you started. You instantly stood up and exited her room.

"Hey, where are you going?" 

You came to a halt, raised your head, and shook your head, saying, "Acceptance."

She waved you off with a smile on her face. You brushed yourself off as you walked out of her house, mentally preparing yourself for the road ahead.

----

You felt more alive when you woke up in this house. Although the work was endless, you earned something greater than it all, A friend. Your mother groaned as you rolled over and landed flat against her backside.

"Mmmh, mom, I think it's time for you to get up." "Mmmh, five more minutes," she mumbles as she yawns on your shoulder. As your body moved up off the bed and towards the blinds, you giggled. You chuckled as you let the blinding light move into the room as you heard your mother's nasty shrieks.

"Sweetie, it's Saturday; it's a free day today. Go hang out with your friends." As you fall to the floor, she kicks your body off the bed. You giggle as you walk towards the shower, scoffing at her acts and mumbling words to her.

"Have you noticed, Mom, that I only have one friend?" You chuckle as you take a step into the shower and let the suds run down your body. As you wash slowly, your thoughts begin to wander.

You were reminded of your previous outburst with Jake as the water flowed over your body.

"Shit"

You felt the chilly air hiss against your body as you stepped out of the shower and hastily wrapped a towel over your body from the shelf. You noticed that the girl in the mirror had a different smile. She felt happier and more grateful.

You cried out to your mother as you opened the door and entered the frame.

"Yes, darling?"

"Get ready. I'd like to take you out for a picnic." She grinned and drew you in for a hug while cocking her head to the side.

"That would be fantastic. I'll take care of everything. You don't worry, okay?" You grinned as you shut the door behind her and returned to your self-pampering.

"It's going to be a terrific day today."

As you rested your head on your mother's shoulder, you held the picnic basket tightly in one hand and your mother's hand in the other. It was moments like these that made you long for your small family. You spread the blanket on the ground and placed the goods on it as you chuckled.

"My two lovely ladies are here."  When you raced towards your father, he stretched his arms open wide for you. Your mother took out her little camera and snapped a candid shot of you two.

"Don't forget about me," as she made her way over, your father pressed a kiss on her lips as you all sat down on the grass.

As you stumbled towards the basket, your little fingers pointed to it, saying, "Mommy, open". Before you saw the glorious fruit in front of you, a small pebble made its way in your path as you trip on it.

As a result, your father gracefully caught your small body in his grip while you giggled.

"My princess, you need to be more cautious. I can't have my pretty girl all beaten up."

You chuckled as you kissed his forehead and said, "OK, daddy, me be careful." You dashed over to your mother's side as he let you go, and she handed you a strawberry.

Your smile widened as you jumped up and did a small dance as you bit into it. Your parents stood there in astonishment as they watched you eat some more fruit.

"Is it good y/n?" You giggled as you ran around them, shaking your head up and down, as they simply watched their exuberant kid spout forth incoherent words. They smiled.

'I love you, honey,' she said. Light kisses on her temples were exchanged by your father while your mother rested her head on his lap.

"I will always love you."

Finally, with everything in place, you sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your eyes. Your mother immediately turned to you and rubbed your arm as she drew you closer to her.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"I miss him," you said as you drew closer to her.

She smiled as she rocked you back and forth, kissing you on the head.

"I miss him as well. This brings back memories of our picnics with him." As you reached for the basket, you shook your head. Before removing the famed strawberries, you smiled. You chuckled as tears streamed down her cheeks after delivering them to your mother.

"Thanks for this, y/n." You were both crying as you rested your head in your mother's lap before entwining your hands.

"Anytime mom, but I do have to get going. I need to speak with someone, and I'd prefer to do so now before the situation escalates."

Before biting on a plump strawberry, she laughs and smirks.

"Tell Jake I said hi." "Wait, how did you know?" you start to stand up as you freeze in place.

As she pushes you toward the gate exit, she shakes her head at you. You blow a kiss to her, embarrassed and honestly surprised, as she yells at you.

"Use protection."

You cringe as you race towards the gate, not even looking back. You came upon a guard at the entrance who winked at you as you stared at him.

"Oh, Mark, shut up." After saluting you, he chuckles and returns to his former stance. Making your way to his chamber, you slowly knock as you hear his voice on the other side of the door.

As you slowly come in, you notice him at his desk, working, and you move your glance in his direction.

"Oh, look who it is?" As your lips fell, his eyes rolled at you.

"Hey," you say as you approach him and take a seat in one of his sofas. They felt like marshmallows, and you spent your days and some nights in them.

"Let me explain before you go all pouty and stirred up." He doesn't even move as he goes about his business. You kick his chair while rolling your eyes at him, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Fine, I'm listening, what?" he says, smiling as he scoots over to you and places his hand on his lap.

Not only did the close proximity make your heart race, but his position didn't help matters either.

"So, for starters, I'd like to apologize for my outburst. We both know if they're a problem we can freely discuss it. That's something that's been on my mind for a while and has now exploded, but it's not your fault. I just don't think I belong."

He approached you with a puzzled expression on his face as he moved forward. You look around, worried, as you cough.

"What?"

"What you just said made me pause because you and this family know how important you and your mother are to all of us, especially to me. I'm sorry you feel that way. My family can be difficult at times."

As you push past him and land on his colossal king-sized bed, you scoff "Yeah, tough how about, protective, vengeful, murderous, and hot-headed? That's a lot better." He laughs as he pushes you over and lays down next to you, a little closer this time.

"I can't argue with that, but you still love us. Right?"

"Yeah, I do love yo-" As you rolled over and smacked your hands in your face, your eyes widened.

"Yeah, go ahead and spill your secret y/n."

You kicked him as you rolled back on your side, facing him, rolling your eyes. As his hand landed on your leg, the newfound electricity between you two shifted.

Before his hand lightly moved up your leg, he grinned at you. He came to a halt and stared at you, waiting for a response. You softly shook your head as he continued as his hand came to rest on your chin.

"You must have been waiting a long time for this one, dude, ain't I so attractive," you chuckled before scooting closer to him. Before extending his delicate hands towards your lips, he reddened.

"Shh, also what happened yesterday? You said this wasn't right, didn't you?" As your desire overtook you, you became irritable.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, people change Jake." you said as you drew him closer to you and your lips smashed together furiously. As he pushed you over, you both synced up quickly, and he was on top of you in no time.

"Oh how the tables have turned," says Jake. You had definitely changed as your body craved for his touch even more. As you threw your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you, his lips never left yours.

His shirt was ripped off and dropped to the ground in a flash as he touched yours, hoping for a response.

"Yes, you may remove it." He stopped and peered at you, chuckling, as he slowly pulled it above your head. You subconsciously flew your hands to your chest, concealing your body.

This was the first time a boy, much less a Mikaelson, had seen you half-naked. Jake's mouth falls open as he rushes to unlatch your hands.

"Hey, don't hide your beauty, because I love each and every part." That made you grin as you approached him and kissed him on the lips.

"You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet, and already you're behaving cringy. Maybe this was a mistake." As you begin to rise, you smirk. Jake grabs you and pins you down before you can even get a foot off the bed.

"Wait- stop, wait, don't go" You chuckle as he kisses your frigid body while you squirm under his touch.

"Ahhh, please stop tickling me...ahh." He comes to a halt in his actions to look at you for a little moment.

"I can't believe we've reached the point where we've gone from friends to lovers. It feels like some teenage drama."

(Am I right readers, don't we all love a trope like this... I know I do.)

This isn't a book; it's real life, and can we please get back to making love? Jake, the readers are waiting." He continues to laugh as he gently removes your bra as he completes the last clip.

He didn't have time to marvel at the beauty in front of him as you placed your hand on his hardening spot. This elicited a tiny moan as he swirled his lips around your soft nips.

"Mmmh, wow, don't stop, that feels great." You quickly remove your jeans and underwear while his tongue works its magic, placing his hand within your folds.

"This is my first time; wow, I'm not sure whether I'm doing it correctly." Wow!" As a moan explodes from your throat, you laugh.

"Stop playing me; you're making me laugh. I'll show you the way." He finds a groove in your folds as he pushes faster and deeper, striking a familiar area, while your eyelids roll back.

"AHHHH, Jake, right there."  As your back arches off the bed, thrusting deeper into his finger, your body reacts perfectly.

A knock on the door is heard just as your high reaches you, and you both pause and look behind you.

"Prince Jake, you have been summoned to the royal room to receive a message." Before Jake speaks to him, you both remain silent for a few moments.

"Thank you very much; I'll be out for a minute."

Before he turns to face you, you cover your lips with your hand. Before pulling away, he bends forward and kisses you on the forehead.

"You're not going to finish me off, are you? You can't stick and dip; it doesn't work like that." You start arguing with him before he bends in and kisses your folds.

"I have to get going, and if I'm late, I'm toast. You did mention that my family is what now-" You shake your head as you push him off your body and start putting your clothing on.

Another knock is heard as the door slowly begins to open and a familiar face appears. Jake rushes to conceal your half-naked body as Elijah walks in.

As you lowered your head and snickered, it felt like a million pairs of eyes were on you. Jake covers your body with a blanket before pulling up his pants and walking towards the door.

He flashes a big grin at Elijah before crossing his arms and stepping closer to him. "My dear brother, keep your indiscretions to yourself," he yanked his handkerchief from his pocket before handing it to Jake. Another familiar figure arrived in front of the entrance as he saw the chaos unfold before his eyes.

Kol appeared behind Elijah before chuckling as he crossed his arms, "well, well, well looks like someone having fun." He gave you a wave as he walked out of the room, smiling to himself. You turned away and mentally slapped yourself as soon as he said it.

"We'll be out in a second. Please visit us again." Before turning around, Jake slammed the door shut. While yelling under his breath, his reddened face brought you your garments.

"Please forgive them; they enjoy barging in here unannounced. I'm sorry if they saw anything." You're hauled up by him before you can secure the button on your jeans. He kissed your lips as he assisted you in putting on your shirt.

"Okay, I'm definitely not going to get tired of those." You kiss his lips once more as you pull his shirt closer to you.

"Mmh, your lips are soft. As you approach the door, you take Jake's hands in yours before gently pushing it open.

“We will definitely finish this later.” As he plants a kiss on your hand, he smirks. Before enlarging your gaze, you licked your lips.

You moan under your breath, "Oh, I can't wait," as Jake discreetly lays his palm over your mouth.

“You’re already a mess for me, aren't you?” He comes to a halt in front of the door and cups your face in his hands, kissing your hungry lips.

“As much as I would love to kiss you,” you say as you rest your palm on his chest and giggle. "Let's hurry up because I don't want them to come back and dagger you." He took your hand in his and led you to the throne room.

---

Jake strides over to his family's gathering and excuses himself, letting go of your hand. You took a step back and stood next to Mark, who was looking at you with a curious expression.

"So...how did it go?" Then, after a brief scan of the area, you struck him across the shoulder with your fist.

"Aren't you guards supposed to be quiet? You do know we all have vamp hearing." After chuckling at your remark, he returned to his job.

Besides Jake and I, Mark was the only person around our age with whom we both became close as we basically all grew up in the castle. Although being the only female in the group, they made up for it.

We all had our own ways of having fun in those late evenings, so there were many nights of loud laughter and sticky fingers. Those were the days, but now Jake had his royal duties, they were a thing of the past. Everyone seems to be set in their ways.

When your name was called, you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts. They didn't seem to know you were there, but you knew it was true when Mark bumped your arm.

"Uh.. yes. I'm here, your majesty."

Walking over to the gathering, you stood next to Jake as you heard his booming voice; still to this day, you could never get over that.

"So, y/n, you and your family have been so kind to not only the Mikaelson family, but the entire kingdom. And we thank you for your service, but we've heard rumors that my father is planning to travel to our country to assassinate our future heir."

You exhale, your body trembling as you clasp your hands behind your back. You weren't old enough to recall certain details of the attacks.

This was how horrible it was 

As he gazed down at you and winked at you, he entwined his fingers behind your back and whispered, "It's going to be okay."

As he stepped up from his throne, Klaus began again, "So, once again, I'd like you to protect and guard him while we're out; you've had plenty of training for this, so I'm confident you'll do fine. Finally, you are responsible for whatever happens to him."

He was now directly in front of your eyes as he kept a wary eye on your flimsy frame.

Thanks for the extra pressure. 

Jake gave him a gentle push back as he walked in front of you and coughed "Okay, don't scare her. We've got a lot of security in place, and I'm an original here who can take care of myself. I don't want to put anyone at risk, especially y/n."

As he acknowledged you specifically, it warmed your heart. He squeezed your hand not only to show that he was paying attention, but also to make you feel comfortable and secure.

Klaus grinned as he walked away from you, both of you speaking in a condescending manner.

"Our father has not and will not stop if we are alive in the past centuries, and now that you are of legal age, he is coming to take advantage of that opportunity. Our father's reign is far from done. After all, it's more for y/n than for you. Take a look at her. Do you believe she'll be able to defend YOU?" 

Your heart stung as you gasped in pain as you yanked your hands from his grasp. As you took a step forward, tears welled up in your eyes. You coughed as you drew Klaus' attention, enraged and honestly taken aback.

"No one has the right to treat me like an outsider just because I'm not a member of this family. Instead of making trouble and fleeing, why not stay and fight like a brother once in a while?I've done more for Jake than YOU could possibly do.

You turned and walked away from the family, tears streaming down your cheeks. A hand grabbed your wrist as you flung it off of you. Before exiting the room, Elijah caught Klaus just as he was ready to explode with wrath.

"This meeting is over. After 30 minutes, we'll be on our way." As you raced away from Jake, he called your name.

You heard shouts of anger from Jake as he yelled at Klaus.

However, he has never been able to see what you and your family went through to safeguard his prized heir. They were going to get a guard if they wanted one, and a good one at that.

You vowed to prove to them, and particularly to Klaus, that you belonged here.

You got to a familiar area and pounded on the door, enraged, as she approached the door.

You hurried by her and sat down, your hand outstretched as you glared angrily at her. "Oh hey—," she said. As she sat down gently across from you, she rubbed her chin and arched her brows.

"Okay, no hello or nothing. That's awesome, what's up?"

"I'd like to see him; please, show him to me right now." She chuckled, as if she'd read your mind. You wanted to prove yourself to someone. And he was the only one who had a clear idea of what needed to be done.

She sliced your hand and poured the liquid into the stone bowl as she spoke. You sat up straight and became ready. As soon as you closed your eyes, you were transported somewhere else.

---

Davine touched you on the shoulder as you sat up straight and followed her instructions by moving forward.

"You just have a few minutes, so work quickly. This is a difficult spell that becomes weaker by the second."

You stood up, shook your head, and walked over to the man perched precariously on the ledge, his feet dangling dangerously in the air. After a few minutes of sitting next to him, you began to become worked up.

"I was curious as to when you planned to pay me a visit. Princess, how are you?" As tears welled up in your eyes, you turned around in astonishment. He looked exactly the same as he did that night. His black slacks matched his stained white collared shirt.

He was perfect, still 

"I miss you, dad." Upon entering his embrace and taking in his smell, he extended his arms and welcomed you in. The lingering woody smell filled your nostril as you held onto him tighter.

"Hey, love. Whatever you're going through right now, I have complete faith in your ability to get through it. I didn't raise a wimp; instead, I raised a powerful warrior. Don't allow them get to the point where they're controlling your thoughts. What is it that I usually say?"

"Life struggles are necessary for growth."

You continued his sentence with the words "life struggles are necessary for growth." He pecked your head and held on for a little bit more.

"Y/n we have to go; the spell is slipping."

When your father saw you, he got to his feet and stood up. His hand went to your face as he noticed all your new features. He seemed intent on studying you, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had lost by not seeing you.

"I'm very proud of the women you've grown to be. I'm so proud of you, y/n. Remember that and know that I am always here for you." As a tear rolled down his cheek, he pointed to your chest.

You gave him one more hug as you raised your eyes to see his face.

"I love you, dad."

"Princess, you have my undying love. Now go out there and confront the world. Fighting for you always."

Davine held your hand as she guided you back to the present moment in time. You observed his disappearance as you bid him farewell by waving.

As soon as you regained consciousness, you hugged Davine and thanked her for her time. Afterwards, you left.

"Don't worry, y/n you got it. I've had my fair share of the Mikaelson family, so don't fret. I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath and then made your way back to the castle, smiling as you did so.

You already knew who you were on the inside; you didn't need an all-powerful family to confirm it for you. You only needed a little nudge to remember who you truly were on the inside.

The princess in your father's eyes.

"Thanks, Dad, this one for you."

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Marcel Gerad please reader is a friend of the Mikaelson and he takes a liking to her and she feels the same way lots of flirting.

Mutuals of the Mikaelson | Marcel Gerard x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

The Mikaelsons aren't the best of people, sure, you can't say that they are perfect but they are more gentler towards you once you get in their inner circle that was after family.

I was in that inner circle, as was Klaus' "son" or so Klaus likes to call him.

Marcel Gerard, though he dislikes the Mikaelsons for what they stand for despite being raised by him. He was different to the Mikaelsons.

He shared their dashing good looks, as well as their charming personalities but he was far different to them in many ways.

"Ah, Y/n!" Klaus interrupts my trance, I had been quite obviously staring at Marcel for a while if Klaus had paused his 'life-changing' to call me out for staring.

"Niklaus" I look up annoyed at the fact he ruined my trance, "Why don't you share your thoughts?" he asks raising an eyebrow only for me to sigh "If you want the words to come out of my mouth, Niklaus, it isn't happening besides I wasn't listening." I shrug.

This meeting was for his friends, or 'friends of his siblings that he uses as minions' group of people. The only person he truly liked in here was Camille, which let Me, Marcel, Davina, Keelin and sometimes Hayley when she felt like it. But we all had one thing in common, one mutual thing and it was the Mikaelsons. We were Mutuals of the Mikaelsons.

"leave y/n alone, carry on with your amazing story." Marcel nods to me causing Klaus to give him an odd stare but nods agreeing to continue his story.

I continue to stare at Marcel, not listening to a single word that came out of Klaus's mouth.

Eventually, Klaus's voice had faded. No words were being spoken and before I knew it everyone was leaving the room, I suppose this whole thing was done for the night.

"You're quite the observer, y/n" Marcel walks up beside me "you have to be when you work with Klaus" I shrug as we walk down the stairs side by side.

"I see you eyeing me up like dessert, y/n hunny" he laughs to me "come on now, you liked every piece that you saw." he says "don't get too cocky, Marcellus." I say using his real name against him to lower his ego.

"but yes, as a matter of fact, I was staring at you. In fact I was imagining you naked." I say causing him to raise an eyebrow "children, please, Marcellus please flirt with Y/n outside of this household. It makes me weak in the stomach." Kol stumbles into the courtyard and I roll my eyes "Bugger off Kol." I say.

I had been thinking of Marcel alot recently, maybe my crush on him had something to do with it. Maybe not. But the way his walked around town with not a care in the world was a supporting factor, not a needed one but a very good one nonetheless.

"you know, you and I could overthrow him." Marcel winks to me and I punch his chest "No, we cannot." I give him a stern look. "Why not, you're a witch, and a powerful one. I'm from Klaus's sire line." Marcel shrugs.

"And if he dies, you die." i poke his chest "are you suggesting you dont want me to die?" he questions me "exactly, then who else am I suppose to flirt with. Everyone else here is dating." I narrow my eyes at him.

Marcel laughs, going in to hug me and I stand there shocked at his sudden gesture "you're amazing, you know that." he lets go.

Eventually he checks his watch before backing away from me "I'll catch you later tonight, at dinner. 8pm?" he says and I nod "sure" and he waves goodbye.

Like a love struck teenager I spin around, skipping around the Mikaelson courtyard. "Y/n if you please, you and Marcellus have been stood there for an hour or two and I'd like to enjoy complete and utter silence." Elijah chimes in from above "right, bye." I clear my throat before tucking my hair behind my ear and leaving.

I guess being Mutuals of the Mikaelsons wasn't as bad as I thought.

[moonyblackwerewolf]

Betrothed Ch. 1 - Sirius Black

Sirius Black x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.653

Summary: Sirius and Y/N meet at a family dinner and have some fun, later she finds out she is betrothed to some pureblood boy so Sirius comes up with a mental idea to save them both. 

warnings: Kissing, hints of sex, 'aggressive' parents, underage drinking, idk my writing and English? lol

a/n: so this is just an idea for a possible series!! i never published anything before so i’m kind of scared but i really hope you like it!! :) xxx

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch. 2.5 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch. 5 

(not my gif)

Diner party

The Royal Manor of Watson was a cold palace, stone walls, rich decorations, sumptuous, but intimidating. The Watsons were cold people, living in a house too big for five people, but Y/N thought it was only fitting, since her parent’s ego was as big as the manor itself. Their pureblood mania deep in their minds, untouchable, which made their daughter’s life miserable. They were the perfect family on the outside but rotten in the inside, three children, Diana, two years older than Y/N, beautiful, smart and most importantly just as purist as their parents and William, tall, handsome, sophisticate and serious, he was the older sibling, three years older than Diana, he was already working with their father on the Ministry of Magic, daddy’s favourite. Home was big, impressive, a dream home if you saw it, libraries, uncountable bedrooms and living rooms, ball rooms, huge gardens, and everything you could ask for but it was far from being a welcoming home.

Though, all of her miserableness went away once she first went to Hogwarts. Of course, being sorted in Slytherin and having good grades was minimal when it came to living up to her parents’s expectations, which were high and if not complied there would most certainly have severe consequences, but still Hogwarts was more of a Home than the Watson Manor ever was. 

Throughout the years, Hogwarts had become her first true home. There she felt the warm winds, the familiar feeling in the great halls, friendships, all she ever hoped for was there, a home, but not quite yet. She met Elizabeth Greengrass a blonde, tall thin girl with deep grey eyes and enviable beauty, Katherine Abbott who looked almost like Diana, but shorter, longer darker hair, blue-green eyes and thiner face. The three girls became best friends right after being sorted into Slytherin. Later on her second year she met Elijah Lestrange, through her sister, he was a year older, handsome and had a polite appearance. Y/N loved her friends but they shared the same blind beliefs her parents do, she’d always nod when they talked about mudblood, choosing not to create conflict, she couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, her parents couldn't disagree more, controlling they way they were, they were more than satisfied to know that their daughter’s inner circle contained only close family friends’s children.

The Marauders were quite famous for their pranks since first year, Y/N always admired their courage and wit, but her siblings and friends didn’t share the same opinion. When she was around them she’d always get a look from her sister, her brother or her friends would push her away, which only made them more interesting. Although, with time, she stopped trying and just kept living her life the way her family wanted her to.

Until summer break before 5th year, at least. 

By then Sirius had already gained his bad boy reputation. Y/N had known Black for a long time, only by sight, his family was friends with hers and his cousin, Narcissa, hangs out with her sister, she’d see him in the pureblood elite parties they were forced to attend, they’d exchange glances but never talked. Sirius was once again being forced to go to some snobby party from snobby people. He couldn’t count in a thousand hands how many other places he’d rather be, but there he was sitting in a huge room full of people he despised, until a certain girl he recognised from other dinner parties and Hogwarts caught his attention, she was Remus’ partner in DADA, though he wasn’t sure, he never paid much attention in classes, pranking the student body was much more entertaining.

She caught his eye from a couch across the room. She was stunning, he thought, her slightly wavy H/C hair matching her S/C skin, freckled rosy cheeks and her alluring E/C eyes. Sirius only hoping she was different from the other brainwashed people in that house.

“Hey” Sirius said softly while he approached the girl that was, apparently, just as bored as he was, to his luck. “Not your scene, love?” He asked with his signature smirk on his face, wanting some good company for once at these afternoons.

“Not really” she chuckled, not knowing exactly what else to say, they weren’t close and she was a bit shy. But she was being honest, these parties were hell, full of families who thought too much of themselves, she didn't feel much like them, but she could fit in she was quiet and not nearly as loud as Sirius was about her beliefs. No one knew. 

“By any chance would you know whose death palace are we on? I mean it’s huge but it looks like Salazar himself lived here, it gives me the creeps” he paused laughing “and my house it’s not a Hufflepuff common room or anything” Sirius said mockingly, not knowing exactly who he was talking with.

“Well” she chuckled awkwardly “It is my parents’, but i know, it’s not very homey, looks like a dark theatre or something and Salazar did live here, family heirloom” she laughed for real this time, she didn’t take it as an offence, if anything she couldn’t agree more.

“How come we never crossed each others path before?” Sirius asked wondering why they never talked on one of those parties or at school.

“I guess I usually just stay in the corners, like today” she chuckled.

The two of them bonded after talking for a while, they discovered that both of them hated these things, Sirius couldn't get how she managed to hide her feelings so well, she looked so much like them. After laughing, talking about school, Sirius was a part of the infamous marauders, telling stories and joking around, for the first time any of them could think of, they had fun in a family party, since Sirius’ friends weren’t pureblood except for Potter but his family had been banished from the sacred twenty-eight for being “blood traitors” and Y/N’s friends’ parents kept them at their side the whole time for “good image”. 

Y/N stole a bottle of fire whiskey from the cellar and started showing the house to Sirius, while the two of them drank more than their bodies could handle, who was just as pleased as her for making fun of the paintings and carpets and the fancy but useless stuff their families valued so much. As they entered a room, particularly big and empty, Sirius had to catch his breath, Y/N and him started running through the halls before entering the room they were now on. He had only now realised that he had grabbed her hand, and apparently she hadn’t noticed until now too, making her blush furiously, releasing each other’s hand quickly and Sirius teased.

“getting comfy are we?” He smirked, as she blushed at his comment. They were very close, he could feel her breath catching. “Where would we be now, love?” He asked inching closer to her.

The both teenagers weren’t thinking straight anymore, the alcohol in their system already influencing their emotions. All they could think about, was how their touch felt electrical and the magnetic pull they were feeling towards each other, wondering how would their lips feel like. They just wanted to have fun, not caring about consequences that moment.

“Ball room” she said innocently but still a bit teasingly, not backing away from him as he inched closer to her “East wing, third floor, far away from where the party is going on, on the first floor” she bit her lip “But still very close to a room-” she said boldly wanting to see his reaction to her suggestions “-two doors away near a window at the end of the hall next to a beautiful painting of my favourite flowers” she said voice husky and breathy, making Sirius groan.

He chuckled low, “And may I ask you whose room is that?” They were now so close that their lips were slightly brushing.

“Why don’t you take me there and see for yourself” she said feeling a flip on her stomach and with a swift motion he lift her up bridal style, making her shiver at the contact, but then laughed, his hand gripping her body and legs tightly as he followed her instructions to get to her room. Once there, he settled her down on her bed and admired the girl in front of him, lust in his eyes. She smiled and bit her lip, she knew Sirius’ reputation, only one night stands, he was a ladies man, but she didn’t care, she wanted him, the fact that her mother would murder her if she ever found out only made it all more exciting.

Sirius took a look at the room, it wasn’t dark as the rest of the house was, it was still sophisticated, but nicer, the detailed wood on the wall was white and, above, the wall it self was light lilac, the room had big windows covered by delicate curtains and even had a balcony, and everything matched between the lilac and whites tones, she had a few paintings and pictures, and flowers, probably fake but still beautiful, the same flowers as on the darker painting outside, her four poster bed that matched the couches by the windows had delicate semi transparent white curtains and her silk white sheets were under a soft lilac blanket, she had a lot of silk pillows with subtle embroidered details on the corners, it was certainly appealing he thought, a beautiful room fit for a princess. Then he was brought back to reality.

“Do you think our parents are wondering where we are?” He asked with a still semi amazed look, it made her laugh, she patted the sheets next to her, inviting him to sit, he sat closely to her and then suddenly she went to the middle of the bed, which was big, pushing his wrists and they sat there, her legs crossed.

“They probably are” she affirmed giggly, she hadn't let his wrists go yet, she was holding it gently. “But, they won’t find us here, even though it’s pretty obvious that i’d hide in my room. Mom and dad wouldn’t leave the party” She paused and laughed “And well your parents certainly won’t come up here to my room i guess” He chuckled at her commentary.

“Well, well, miss perfect pureblood daughter escaping a dinner-party with the rebel Black son, who’d have thought” Sirius said dramatically, she laughed at him.

“Guess this Black here is just a bad influence on me, or… I just put on a good facade” she said more serious this time, voice low, eyes fixated on his. Her hand tracing their way up his arm, his gaze fixed on her movements. “And the fact that if mommy finds out i brought a guy to my room, and that he’s in my bed with me, would make her go crazy, only turns me on” Sirius let a little breathy moan escape his throat.

When Sirius looked at her she was already looking at him, lust all over her eyes. He trailed off just a little and asked, voice low “Y/N… are you sure you want this?” She nodded so he grabbed her waist and pulled her to his lap, he was holding her waist, lips brushing, he finally kissed her, the kiss felt electrical, it was slow and passionate at first but then I grew more heated. One of her hands was wrapped in his neck, the other was holding his chest going slowly lower, he was pulling her impossibly closer, the both couldn't get enough of each other. They had to pause for catching a breath, in the mean time Sirius leant over pushing Y/N down onto bed earning a tiny moan form her. They started kissing again, but this time was less passionate, more lustful and heated, Sirius started fiddling with her dress’ zipper and took it off slowly, undressing her, tracing kisses in each piece of newly exposed skin until she was only in her underwear, She, then, pushed his blazer off then started unbuttoning his shirt while kissing and sucking his neck making him moan. Once they were both in their underwear Sirius looked at her searching for a final consent, when she nodded, he took the rest of their clothes off.

“What do you want princess?” He asked kissing his way down from her cheek, to her jaw, neck, breasts and she moaned a little louder, the nickname turned her on even more. “Hmm??” He groaned waiting for her answer. “I want to her you say it”

“I… want you” she said between moans, after that she pulled his boxers down kissing him desperately, waiting to feel him against her in the most intimate way possible, the feeling was ethereal.

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They laid in her bed legs tangled under the silk sheets, her head laid in his chest, his hands caressing her back while the other wrapped around her waist pulling her closer, making her shiver, the both of them catching their breaths while he stroke figure eights on her back inhaling her delicate floral floral scent. It felt heavenly to be there by his side, neither of them wanting to let go of one another, enjoying every moment before reality came back to them, but they knew they’ve been gone for too long, the party was probably ending.

“Sirius” she said voice as low as a whisper “This was nice” he smiled at her and pulled her to a kiss.

“Yes, it’s nice to have some fun in these events, and you love, are the most fun I could've had today” he said trailing his hand on her lower back “I mean, this is certainly the best place my parents could’ve dragged me to”. It made her chuckle. He never thought he’d fuck a girl his mother would approve and in one of their elite parties, but here he was, proof that Sirius Black always managed to corrupt girls, anywhere.

“Glad you liked it then” she said chuckling while she buried her head in his neck. But they couldn’t go on with this any longer. “You should go first” she said “Your parents are probably looking for you and it would be suspicious if we showed up together” she advised “Since the fact that we’re both missing from the party is already very much suspicious” she said laughing this time.

“Sure, love” he helped her get dressed before dressing himself and gave one last peck on her lips before getting out of bed. “See you” with a wink and that signature smile of his, he left, leaving her there with her thoughts about the events of this evening and the captivating boy, while rubbing her hands lightly where he left love bites on her neck, knowing she’d have trouble walking tomorrow and a bad headache from all the drinking. She decided it was best if she took a shower, changed into her pyjamas and if her parents show up there, she’d say she wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep.

On his way back Sirius kept thinking about Y/N and how much they’re alike, she was the only nice person he met in one of those parties, she was a good kisser too. Starting to get confused on why he was thinking so much about the girl and the strange feeling she caused on him, but then assumed it was because of all the drinking, he didn't realise his mother, father and brother were waiting for him in the foyer and their faces weren’t kind, he knew it’d be a long night back home. But he didn’t care his only thoughts were about going back to Hogwarts and seeing her again.

[bonniebird]

Klaus’ True Love (Part Two)

Klaus Mikaelson x Immortal!Fem!Reader

Summary: A thousand years ago Klaus lost her. The only girl he ever truly loved but now he's found her again, he's not letting her go without answers.

Part One

Part Three

Part Four

“So you found the spell, what do you want from me?” Klaus asked furiously. He’d been called to the boarding house, pulled away from his watch over you inspecting his art, to deal with inferior creatures that seemed unable to function without him.

“Bonnie isn’t powerful enough to use the spell.” Elena said defensively, stepping in front of Bonnie when Klaus bared his fangs at her.

“Well I’ll have someone find you a stronger witch.” He snapped before vanishing leaving them to wonder where he was keeping you.

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 “You look different now.” Klaus smiled when you jumped and turned away from the painting in front of you.

“I don’t want this spell lifted, I don’t want to lose Elena and Jer… Aunt Judith.” Your fingers reached out to brush the paint and he gently caught your hand.

“You never could keep those hands to yourself.” You looked up at him as he swallowed and twisted his fingers into yours, before you got uncomfortable enough to pull away, he dropped your hand and hurried over to the corner of the room. 

“I managed to save your flower for you… when we first settled in Fell’s church you said you’d never seen something that could rival the beauty of the sun setting over the sea.” He pulled back the panel that had stood against one wall, revealing a large pot of dirt with the same flowers that grew around your window pane at home,

“Aunt Judith thinks it’s odd the flower seems to grow just for me.” You muttered, forgetting to fill in the vampire on what it was you meant but he seemed more engrossed in watching you finger the delicate purple petals.

“I named it after you, it has become very popular.” He smiled at you and moved away, leaving you with the plant.

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“Thank you.” you whispered. Despite the kidnapping and threats against your siblings Klaus seemed… oddly indifferent to upsetting you, unlike Damon who almost tore your throat out the first time you met.

“A small gesture for a love I lost.” He muttered. You ran your fingers across one of the many sculptures and pulled your hand back, he was right, you learnt by touch and the desire to hold everything you saw was almost a hidden need.

“How did I get like this, clearly what you have told me is true enough for my sister and her brood of vampires to believe you.” You ask, settling down on the end of your bed as you waited for his answer.

“It is a very long story (Y/N) one that I will not know all of until you remember yourself.” He hesitated for a moment before beginning to speak.

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“What have you done, she had no part of this… have you become so blinded by your need for power that innocent people must die?” Klaus hissed at his father hysterically as you didn’t resurface from the lake beneath him.

“You are a savage animal, what I did was mercy compared to a life with you.” Mikael spat back. He didn’t notice the flower you’d dropped being crushed beneath his boot but the desperate hybrid’s fingers plucked it from the ground and cradled it in his hands.

“Father, how could you do it?” Rebekah yelled bravely as she tore through the woods, following the sounds of her brother’s despair. He raised a hand to slap her but Elijah appeared just in time to take the blow.

“I will not be questioned by my own children.” He hissed, storming away, leaving the siblings to comfort one another.

Your gasp for air was sad and desperate, drawing the attention of the Mikaelson patriarch. He watched you pull yourself from the lake, sitting for a moment to take stock of what happened to you, before making his presence known. 

“I never thought we ourselves could create another.” His ramblings made no sense to you as he held your chin up so he could look at your face closely.

“What have you done to me?” You sobbed. He frowned before lifting you to your feet by your arm.

“You must eat; do not worry I will find a witch to keep you safe from my wife’s bastard.” His voice attempted to be soft and comforting but made your skin crawl. You didn’t dare cry out for help, assuming he would have killed Niklaus for attacking him and showing such defiance.

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 “So he used compulsion to keep me under his control, why didn’t it wear off when he died?” You asked. Before you could panic Klaus was on his feet gently placing his hands on your shoulder. 

“The witches, he forced the Gilbert’s, Lockwood’s and Bennet’s to protect you and the tradition was passed down, I have no doubt your Aunt knows something of your secret but hasn’t the heart to say anything… admittedly from me but not only did that guarantee your obedience, it erased any oddity of your ageing.” He took his hands away as you shook your head and pushed his arms.

“Aging oddity, I remember my birthdays and Elena’s birth… we fought over who could hold Jeremy first, my mother told me off on my sixth birthday for pushing Elena off a chair.” You yell at him frantically, pacing the room. He reached to comfort you but you shoved him away as tears fell down your cheeks.

“They are not real memory’s, the power in the land here keeps everyone human from seeing the truth.” You let Klaus wrap you in his arms as your legs gave out underneath you.

“But… No, I… you’re not taking those memories from me by undoing that spell.” You say firmly pounding your fists against the vampire’s chest.

“They will still remain (Y/N), if they didn’t everyone in Fell’s Church would know that you haven’t aged for a thousand years… all it will mean is, you will remember me and your real parents.” His voice cracked a little as he felt you give into the longing to rest yourself against him.

“But what if they don’t?” You whispered. He didn’t reply as he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the end of your bed.

“I will find a witch powerful enough to make sure they do.” He beckoned you to follow him and led you to a car with blacked out windows, indicating for the man in the front to take you wherever you wanted to go and shut the door without another word to you.

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 “Elena!” You ran up the Boarding house drive, wrapping your arms around your sister and began sobbing into her shoulder.

“Listen to me even if you forget… we forget, we love you, when Mom and Dad died you were with us and you lost them to and everything with Jer… you’ll always be our sister.” You smiled and wiped the tears from her cheeks before embracing Bonnie. 

“I’m sorry if I’d have known what Grams was doing…” You hugged your best friend and smiled.

“You always do what’s right Bonnie; you can’t fix something you don’t know is broken.” She grinned at you.

“Well this is all very touching lady’s but I have to prepare my home for an invasion of narcissistic immortals so if we could move it inside.” Damon snapped from behind you. you shared a silent smile with Stefan as you fell in step with him.

Three hours later Klaus and two other vampires appeared in the doorway dragging a woman they claimed to be causing trouble for several vampires. You reluctantly agreed to sit where they told you and Bonnie began hovering over the witch’s shoulder to make sure she was doing the spell correctly.

She began chanting something over and over, the room seemed to heave and shrink around you until it vanished entirely and there was just a plain door with a bolt in front of you. without hesitation you opened the door and let what was behind it wash over you.

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 “(Y/N) …. Oh god please be ok, please… don’t leave us.” Elena’s tears felt like cold droplets of ice on your skin and for a moment you couldn’t move.

“Drink this.” The blond woman that Klaus had come with was kneeling on the other side of you, holding a slightly warm baggie of blood.

“Rebekah.” You muttered, taking the bag and tearing it open drinking whatever you hadn’t split.

“Drink the witch, she’s no use for anything else.” Damon muttered when your hungry gaze fixed on your sister.

“What happened to her?” You asked as Rebekah helped you away from Elena and over to the now dead witch.

“Some spells kill us if we’re too weak.” Bonnie’s voice was wavering, no doubt the whole dead witch and vampire subject was hitting her a little harder than she liked to let on.

“Well as long as she’s dead and it stops me from devouring you all.” You muttered. You went to sink your new fangs into her neck only to have Klaus stop you.

“You drink from her like that we’ll have a town with no blood supply.” He stepped between you and the witch, sinking his teeth into her neck, before pulling away and indicating for you to feed from the marks he’d left.

Your gaze on Klaus lasted longer than needed and it wasn’t until he sat next to the witch and pulled you into his lap that you noticed everyone else had moved to the next room. His lips found yours in a kiss that held a deep longing and need that you felt your heart would explode if it lasted much longer.

“I hope you know I will never be without you again.” He whispered, brushing tendrils of hair from your face as he looked up at you. you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling to yourself when he moaned and curled his hands into the chair to stop himself from touching you.

“I feel horrible.” You muttered, ruining the moment when your fangs extended and refused to vanish again.

“You haven’t eaten properly for a long time; magic supplementing is a form of witchly torture so you’re going to be starving.” He shifted so you could feed without leaving his embrace and without much prompting you sank your teeth into the witch’s neck.

He moved your hair out of his way and had to sink his fangs into his lip to stop himself from moaning at the sight of you feeding, feeling the rush of power the blood was giving you.

[kkeidawrites]

Otec a dieťa

In honor of season 4 of Castlevania, I wanted to do a short fic about how it is now canon that Alucard allows the orphans from Danesti to call him ‘father’. If you have not watched season 4, please refrain from reading any further for this will be spoiling a lot of what occurred in the season.

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The giggling of the orphan children raced around him as he covered his eyes with his palms. His slow count to twenty and the harsh whispers of the hiding children, made the older man feel as if he was in his father’s shoes.

Even in his youth, his father was often seen playing with Alucard when he wasn’t traveling the countryside or cooped up in his study. It was the little moments they spent together that Alucard still held close to his heart.

The fast pitter-patter of the youngest orphans rushed passed him as Alucard goal of twenty was nearing.

The whispering erupted once more as they called the youngest to their location, just enough time for the dhampir to reach the count to twenty and remove his hands from his eyes.

He turned his back to the empty corridor that lined with closed doors and placed a hand under his chin in thought. He would play fair this time around. No enhanced hearing or sight, he would play…human. For now at least.

Alucard moved to the first door to his right and opened it, his eyes roamed the storage room for any signs of movement. He stepped inside and looked through the shelves of jarred reserves and the small homemade wine.

Seeing that not one of the children in this room he moved to leave the room, until he paused when he heard the door behind him shut and giggling running past.

Alucard hustled in his steps as he quickly opened the door and peeked out to spot any of the children but, all he was met was closed doors still.

He chuckled at this. Clever little buggers they were.

Leaving the storage room, Alucard made his way down the row of doors and opened the next one, to reveal that it was guest room. The first thing he noticed was the heavy breathing coming from under the bed.

He smirked at the obvious location that any one of the children would be hiding and pretends to casually walk pass the bed. The heavy breathing turned into muffled giggling and Alucard couldn’t suppress the full blown grin on his lips. He bent over the edge of the bed and raised the sheets from the side to look under it.

“Gotcha!” He exclaimed but, his eyes widened when he didn’t find a child but a dog instead, a sleeping one in fact. The brown dog raised its head and stared sleepily at Alucard who pouted a bit.

“You haven’t seen any of the children come through here have you? There’s five that could have came through here. Any sign of them?” He asked and the pooch rests it’s head back on its front paws to return to its slumber.

“Thanks for the help.” Alucard sarcastically replied.

Letting the sheets fall back in its place, Alucard put his hands on his hips. Was he hearing things, then? He could have sworn he heard giggling come from this room and that was with his enhanced hearing.

A herd of running feet passed the door and Alucard jogged to the door and look out in time to see two pairs of feet cut the corner to another corridor of the castle.

Alucard followed the feet and began to feel giddy inside that he was finally able to find at least one hiding child. Just as the turned the corner however, all he found was an elder woman making her way down the opposite way of the corridor.

Alucard halted in his tracks. This was blasphemy. How in the world were they able to escape him so easily? He turned to the older woman, whose wizen old face held a smile on her lips.

“Pardon, miss.” He called to her and the older woman stopped to give him, her full attention.

“Yes?”

“Have you seen any children run down this way?” He asked almost hurriedly.

“Children? Hmm,” she put her hand up to her chin to think.

“I haven’t seen any child since this morning.” She told him and Alucard gave her a polite smile.

“Thank you anyway.” He nods to her in parting and continued his search down the hall.

Unbeknownst to the dhampir, the older woman lifted her shawl and hiding under was the youngest boy, Liam.

“Isn’t this cheating, Liam?” She asked the boy who giggled in response.

“Not really,” he whispers, in fear Alucard could still be nearby.

“I’m still hiding, so it’s not cheating. Thanks Miss Dreya.” He tells her and moves from her shawl to find another spot to hide in.

Miss Dreya chuckles and goes on about her business.

With Alucard

Twenty minutes have passed and still there was no sign of one of the kids. What was going on? There was no way they were doing this alone because, usually when they play hide and seek it was quick game, ten minutes at least and vice-versa but, this time it’s got to the point where Alucard was ending up in dead ends and suspecting that there was an outside force helping them.

At this point, he didn’t care if he used his abilities; desperate times come for desperate measures. He sniffed the air a bit and picked up three different scents, one smell from the lavender soap that Grace used to wash her hair, horse jerky that Josiah had stuffed in his pocket and Alicia’s flowery hand cream Greta puts on her every morning after washing up.

Now, he found himself in the gardens and a small play area the villagers had built for the school that would be finished in the fall.

The giggles returned now and Alucard let another smile stretch across his lips. The oak tree in front of him was suppressing the giggles and Alucard jogged around it to pick up a squealing Liam.

“Ah ha! I finally found you!” The dhampir rejoiced.

He set Liam down onto his feet and bent at the knee to be eye level with the boy.

“Alright, now where are the others?” He asked. Liam shakes his head in denial as his cheeks puffed to refrain from laughing.

Alucard pokes his left side and Liam moves away as a small giggle leaves his lips.

“Tell me.” Alucard playfully demands.

“Uh, uh.” Poke to the right side. A giggle.

“I’ll give you one more chance to reveal your friends locations,” he begins as he laid his poking hand on his bent knee.

“Or, I will tickle you for information. Your choice.” He says and Liam’s cheeks couldn’t contain the wide smile on his lips.

Alucard waited a minute to see if he would give up and Liam stood there defiantly. Alucard shakes his head with a smile of his own.

“I see…” The dhampir says and gently placed both hands on Liam’s sides.

“You should have chose a better choice.” With that said, he runs his fingers quickly against his small rib cage and the squeals and laughter return to the air.

“If you want me to stop,” Liam falls to his bottom as Alucard continued tickling the boy, but his eyes searched the area for the other children.

“Show yourselves or I’ll keep going.” He said and Liam began flailing under him to stop him.

“No! Save yourselves!” Liam yells and Alucard lets up a bit to allow the boy to breathe. There was a few berry bushes nearby ruffling and he smirks as he thought of a plan. They smelled closer.

“I will count to five, if you don’t give up I’ll begin tickling him again. And he’ll be the only one to get extra dessert tonight.” Alucard says loud enough for the hiding children.

One foot appeared from the berry bush and a head of long brown hair peaked out. Two brown puff balls popped out of the bush next to it as brown eyes made their appearance.

“Grace, Alicia how nice of you to make your appearance. Have you come to surrender?” Alucard asks. The two girls step closer to him with mischievous grins.

“We’re not here to surrender. You haven’t found all of us!” Alicia tells him and the dhampir raised an eyebrow at this.

“Oh? Then they should surrender for I’ll tickle this one.” He threatens jokingly moving towards Liam again.

“Oh no you don’t!” Grace exclaims pulling Liam away in time before Alucard’s wiggling fingers could reach his sides.

“Get him!” Two bodies jump onto his back making him fall forward onto the dirt and the three other children break down in giggles as the all-powerful Alucard has been wrestled to the ground by two eight year olds.

Alucard chuckles at how he was able to be taken down by two children, hell outsmarted by all five of them.

“You all were supposed to surrender to extra dessert.” He laughs as both boys, Josiah and Elijah slid off his back and sat in the ground beside him.

“No way! We were going to get you back for all those times you cheated!” Alicia told him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Alucard sat up and crossed his legs. He placed a hand on his chest in mock disbelief.

“You think I cheated?” Alucard asked.

“Yes!” Liam chimed in.

“But I didn’t.” Alucard smiles and Liam rolled his eyes.

“This means you lost!” Elijah said.

“Yeah, and as our reward we demand extra desert after dinner tonight!” Josiah chimed in.

“Demand, you say?” Alucard gives him a pointed look with a raised eyebrow.

Josiah grins sheepishly as he looks at Alucard.

“Please?”

Alucard sighs and cards a hand through his blonde locs before turning his attention to the five children in front of him. They all gave him the puppy eyed look and that broke the dhampir.

“Alright, you all can have extra dessert tonight. But, just don’t let Greta know I allowed it, yes?” They nodded eagerly.

“Don’t let me know what?” Said head woman made Alucard bow his head a bit as he placed his finger over his lips to tell them to keep a secret.

“Greta! Greta! Can we help Miss Dreya with her cooking tonight?” The children immediately ran over to the approaching woman all except Liam who suddenly hugged Alucard’s leg.

The dhampir was startled from the sudden embrace then returned the gesture with a ruffle to his hair.

“Liam come on!” Alicia called to the boy and Liam slowly detached his body from Alucard’s and jogged over to the others, leaving the dhampir to his thoughts.

A child didn’t have to be made to be considered yours, they are yours if you give them the love and support they need to grow. That’s what being an otec a dieťa is. A father and child.

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The Witch Who Won’t Part 4

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

(Word Count: 2064)

You woke up to a flood of texts, calls, and voicemails. Most were from your cousin, but a few came from Marcel. Tossing your phone on the other side of the couch, you rubbed your temple. You hadn’t even made it to your bed last night. Your puff was matted and misshapen.

You rubbed your eyes and stood up. A pounding headache and nausea made you keel over and do a mad dash to your trash can. You yakked up your dinner. After you brushed your teeth, you seized up.

The presence of an Original. Bounding from your bathroom to your front door, you flung it open. You don’t know why you expected Klaus. You had burned that bridge, indefinitely.

Elijah stood at your door offering a handkerchief. You cocked your head to the side and clicked your tongue.

“Whatever you want, I’m not interested.” You spat out.

Thinking back to the night before, you crossed your arms. The reality that Klaus had kissed you, and that he did it to handicap you was too much. Now his brother was at your door too.

“Y/N, would you please invite me in?” Elijah asked. His critical gaze had something else behind it, true concern.

You knew it wasn’t for you. Originals were only truly worried about other Originals. Klaus.

“I imagine Niklaus has upset you. I do apologize on his behalf, he has a, uh, talent for such things.” He said.

Elijah still had his hand out, still offering the handkerchief. You stepped closer, and took it. You wiped your mouth with it and set it on the counter.

“Come in.”

You surprised yourself. The thought of an Original having permanent access to your home made your stomach turn, but this time it was unavoidable. Elijah stepped through the threshold and unfastened his suit jacket as he sat down at the table.

You watched him, cautiously. Elijah wasn’t Klaus. You knew better than to make assumptions about him, certain concessions simply would not be granted.

“I beg you to consider forgiveness. I fear Niklaus requires it.” He replied. Elijah ran a hand across his bottom lip.

“He did what he wanted and now he’s dealing with the consequences.” You were firm.

Elijah scoffed and leaned back in the chair. You didn’t back down. You couldn’t. You sucked in a breath.

“Esther has him,” He ran a finger along the table, his daylight ring more prominent than before, “Aided by our brothers Kol and Finn, my mother has stood against Niklaus.”

Elijah began tapping his fingers. He pulled the corners of his mouth back with thinly veiled contempt. Esther was the original witch. You had learned your history and now it was sitting in your living room.

Esther was the woman who hid Klaus’s true identity, and when it was revealed, bound it from him for a thousand years. The man he had become––the creature that could kiss you one second and shackle you the next was partly her doing.

“She will ruin him. Again. She’ll ruin him again.” Elijah hissed.

On the surface, he appeared perfectly composed. Elijah was the pristine elder brother—the eldest due to Finn’s absence—constantly working for his siblings’ happiness. Klaus too, had his own persona to hold onto as well.

But the truth underneath remained: Where Elijah was cool determination, Klaus was wilder, freer.

“Pass me that grimoire. I’ll see what I can do.”

After a millennia of separation, you knew Elijah was right. Klaus was not going to recover the little bits of him he had left. He had a daughter out in the world who needed him.

“Call Rebekah. She should be here, too. And Vincent.” You said.

Turning on your heel you head down the hall toward the bathroom. Just because you were going to spend your whole day dealing with Originals, your basics weren’t going by the wayside.

                                                         …

Nothing in Gammy’s grimoire could have prepared you for the Original Witch or what she had reduced Klaus to, either.

Esther was in the body of a witch you knew. You flared your nostrils. Dead witches taking the bodies of living ones always made you upset.

“We came here for Klaus.” You announced.

She stepped away from her herbs, though you couldn’t see which ones. Even in another body, Esther was full of the kind of grace and danger you had previously seen with Klaus.

“I am afraid my son is unavailable.” She replied. Her eyes darted between you and Elijah, and even he was stifled by her presence.

“Mother, release Niklaus to us. Immediately.” He said.

“In your custody you and your siblings, especially Niklaus, have been a blight on this earth. You leave nothing but blood and death behind you. I will not be idle anymore.” She let out.

You could feel her anger, and oddly enough her love for her children. Esther was probably a good mother once, but her protectiveness ruined them and her.

You concentrated on Klaus’s familiar aura, drawing it closer and closer to you. Esther must have noticed because her eyes were trained on you.

“My, my, you are powerful indeed. And in love. Nevertheless, the strength in you does not wish to oppose me, nor I you.” She offered. While she spoke you curled your hand and twisted.

The stone wall behind her slid open, revealing a chained Klaus. The bitter part of you that enjoyed seeing him chained after what he did to you was quickly overpowered by a wave of worry. His golden irises burned with rage and hatred even as subdued as he was.

“If you truly loved my son, you would want him to be free of his curse. A pretty young witch like you would want children of your own and a husband capable of loving you without the threat of violence all around you!” Esther continued.

For a split second you hesitated. You did want that and maybe with him. But Esther knew him as a child, and longed for that child. You met the monster first, and loved him anyway. Whatever that made you definitely wasn’t normal.

“You let a man believe the one child he saw true potential in, the one child knew he could mold in his image, was his. And Mikael hated him for it.” You admitted.

Saying the words out loud made Esther pause in shock. Mikael’s name and his function in her life had the same effect on her as it did Klaus. Taking advantage of her vulnerability, you unleashed the brunt of your magic.

Elijah’s expression was cold and unflinching. He knew it was true just the same as you did. Esther may have the title of the Original Witch, but she thrived off the shared power of all witches. Dead and alive. You could draw on them, too. You thought of Vincent, of Gammy and beyond.

Esther flew through the air and slammed against the wall. Elijah immediately went to Klaus, breaking the chains that held him.

Before he was completely free, Esther countered. Her strength coupled with your overexertion made you fall to your knees in pain. You could feel her magic weighing you down. Something wet dripped from your nose. Blood.

You weren’t backing down from her. You felt a tugging in your gut and threw your head back. Esther wasn’t going to stop you from taking Klaus. You called on your ancestors and their power just as she did, with renewed focus. Wind whipped around you, dust swirled at your feet. The jars of herbs and dark objects shook and some shattered to the ground. Letting out a guttural cry, raw power radiated from you and it pulsed through the room and and the entire French Quarter.

You collapsed with exhaustion, your body landing on the hard floor. You were fading fast, you could barely keep your eyes open. As your vision blurred you could see Klaus speeding toward Esther. The chains were still on him, but the ends had been broken off.

Holding a thousand lifetimes of pain and betrayal, Klaus snapped his mother’s neck and she went limp in his arms.

You smiled, as you had done your part. Cold hands were the last thing you remembered before everything went black.

                                                        …

You woke up in a large bed in the Mikaelson compound, completely alone.

You were wearing your pajamas from home. You stepped on the floor barefoot, flinching at the cold.

“Good evening, Y/N. I must say we were beginning to worry.”

Elijah. He offered you his arm and you took it. Your legs still felt like jelly. He led you to another empty room, stopping at the threshold.

“Niklaus, do not be rude to our guest. She did save our lives.” Elijah called out. So this was Klaus’s room.

He did not immediately appear. Preparing yourself, you let go of Elijah and stumbled into the room. You made it to a stool. Nearby were beautiful paintings and three full blood bags. As you admired the artwork, Elijah took his leave. As soon as he did, Klaus finally appeared.

“Careful, love. I did that one in 1823, it’s fragile.” His tone was his usual charming self, but his sunken in eyes, and restricted movements told the story.

“Here.” You slid a blood bag over to Klaus.

He poured it into a glass, but he made no moves to drink it. He swirled the liquid, squeezing so hard on the glass it broke in his hand.

You jumped, but Klaus wasn’t fazed. Instead he was staring at a spot on the floor, expressionless. He sat slack jawed and deflated. He was none of the wild hybrid—whether he was angry or vindictive or proud or jealous.

The man across from you was nothing at all.

“Klaus. You need to drink.” You whispered.

There was something fragile about him you had only seen glimpses of. Klaus always fell back on his default, but this was different.

“Klaus!” You boomed, bolting upright so fast your chair fell to the ground.

You stalked up to Klaus with fear as an afterthought. He was beginning to have that effect on you, which was probably for the worst. You wrapped your hands around his neck and jaw. He wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Esther was right to call you a monster. She was wrong to say that was all you were. Look at me, Klaus.” You pleaded.

You were nose to nose now, and once you had his eyes on yours you wasted no time.

“Klaus! She was wrong! Esther was wrong. You have a daughter who will always love her daddy. Your siblings won’t turn away from you. I won’t, either.” You said desperately.

Esther was a woman whose back was against the wall and Klaus was her secret keeper, her ultimate secret keeper. And he, unlike Mikael’s children, was hers to isolate, a punishment Klaus could never bear from his mother.

You sucked in a breath, and bore your neck out for him.

“Drink.”

The quick pain as the hybrid’s fangs pierced your neck was followed by pure euphoria. You could feel him take every drop of blood that oozed out. Klaus’ arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap. It was as if you two were the only two in the world, and you reveled in it.

Once you began to get light headed, Klaus retracted his fangs and licked the wound. His amber eyes burned with an intensity that made you squirm at how close you were to each other. You were hyper aware of his body and your own.

Klaus smirked at your newfound discomfort and kissed you full on. You could taste traces of an iron tang on his tongue, but that didn’t stop you. You kissed him back and your heart was heavy with all the emotion and stress from the day before. He leaned into you, taking care to hold you tighter. It was the reassurance you needed. You broke away from the kiss to breathe, and you drank each other in.

Klaus wasn’t one to say thank you, and you didn’t need it. You flashed him a show stopping smile. You didn’t know what would come from your actions.

All you knew was that you had fallen for this man; you truly and wholeheartedly loved Klaus Mikaelson, and he, in his own way, loved you, too.

END

[hellotvshowtrash]

Angel

Requested by @elijahs-wife​ : Hi Ashlee!! Could you write a fic using the prompt "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"? Sending love 💗💗

A/N: TEHANI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ily 💗 I’m sorry this took me a little bit!! I wanted it to be something worth posting! I’m still iffy on it. 

I don’t think I will never NOT be terrified to send something out into the void, so please like/reblog if you enjoyed!! and if you want to read any more from me, feel free to send me a request! I love all our mikaelson boys (except Finn tbh sorry) so i’m down to write for more than just Elijah!

Elijah Mikaelson x female!reader

Word count: 2,970

tw: kind of sad, mentions of being an orphan, not a whole lot!

credit to the gif creator!!

Elijah stood in the crowd, absentmindedly sipping his champagne while listening in on different conversations. Laughter bubbled throughout the compound at another Mikaelson ball. He sighed and made his way to find his brother. He heard Klaus from far off, bickering with Hope about the dress she had chosen for the night.

"Dad, it's my birthday ball. I should be able to wear what I want!" She huffed. Elijah turned the corner into one of the various hallways of the compound, coming around to see the father and daughter facing off.

He chuckled, "Children, please," he said, eyeing Hope's admittedly short dress. Her hair was curled and she sported a sky blue cocktail dress. "Although your father may have a point," Elijah stated, raising an eyebrow.

Klaus gestured to Elijah, "Thank you, brother!" He exclaimed.

"I'm 18! I'm going to wear whatever I want," Hope said, storming into the party with finality. Elijah walked closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder, stifling a laugh.

"She is very strong-willed, like her father," He said, raising his champagne flute to his lips. Klaus glared at his brother and sighed. "She has a point though. She is a young woman now. Just give her this one night to do and wear what she wants." The men turned and departed the hallway, heading back into the party. Klaus grabbed a champagne flute and headed to stand on a flight of stairs. Elijah stood at the base, looking into the crowd again.

"May I have your attention!" Klaus called out into the large room, "I would like to say a few words about my daughter, Hope." Klaus smiled down at her as he began his speech. Elijah continued to scan the room. His brother's voice faded from his ears when his eyes landed on a woman amongst the crowd, standing with his sister Freya. She was beautiful, wearing a blush coloured, floor-length dress. Her Y/C/H hair flowing down her back in an elegantly curled braid. She beamed up at Klaus as he gave his heartfelt speech about Hope. Elijah felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

In unison, the crowd lifted their glasses and cheered, "To Hope!" The woman put her glass to her full, pink lips. The room erupted into conversation and movement, and Elijah lost sight of her. As if jogged from a trance, Elijah put his champagne on the nearest surface and began searching the crowd once more. He pushed passed strangers and friends alike to get to where he had spotted her. He broke through the other side of the crowd, looking around for her or Freya. He found the two making their way around the outskirts of the party, talking and laughing together. He took a second to compose himself, putting his left hand in his suit pants pocket. Taking a deep breath, he followed after her.

"Good evening," he said casually, coming up behind the two women. They turned and Freya greeted him with a smile and a warm hug. The stranger stood by with a polite smile on her face.

"Elijah! I was wondering when I'd see you," she pulled away and turned to the woman next to her. "Y/N, this is my brother, Elijah." Freya smiled at Y/N.

"Hello, Elijah," She greeted, extending her hand. Rather than shaking it, Elijah took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. Blush crept up Y/N's cheeks as Freya's eyebrows raised.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Elijah said, not taking his eyes off her Y/E/C ones. "May I have this dance?" He heard her heartbeat quicken as she gave a small nod, letting Elijah gently tug her to the dance floor.

"I guess I'll just hang out here! By myself!" Freya called after them, huffing to herself.

--

Y/N was a New Orleans French Quarter witch. That was how she and Freya had met and became friends. Y/N had started coming around the compound more and more frequently over the following weeks, becoming closer to the Original family. Rosie cheeks and stolen glances at Elijah filled her visits under the excuse of hanging out with Freya. She loved her friend, truly, but she couldn't get her mind off of the oldest Mikaelson brother. He, on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from her after his first introduction. She had hoped that she didn't offend him in some way. “Maybe I’m just not his type,“ She thought to herself.

"Y/N?" Freya's voice sounded in Y/N's head, jogging her from her thoughts.

"What, I'm sorry?" She looked at her friend, confused. They were sitting on a couch located in the library of the compound, pulling a late-night together. Her thoughts of Elijah had distracted her mid-conversation.

Freya rolled her eyes. "I asked if you'd like to come to the Halloween party we're throwing here this weekend. Hope wants it to be a big event, and you know Klaus would do anything to keep her happy." Freya smiled at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, thinking about the father/daughter relationship Hope and Klaus had brought a sad smile to her face. She was glad Hope would have the love of family throughout her life. Y/N was alone in New Orleans, growing up in different foster homes and halfway houses. Her real family unknown to her, she had been tossed from house to house because of the unexplainable things that happened around her. Until she met Vincent, back when he was still married to Eva Sinclair. He taught Y/N about what living in New Orleans really meant for people like her. He made her feel like she belonged.

"I'd love to come! Costume party?" Y/N asked, sipping tea from her mug.

Freya nodded, "Hope wouldn't have it any other way."

–

Elijah rolled his eyes. "I will not be wearing a costume. I believe I may just stay behind and let you all enjoy the fun," He said to Hope and Klaus. Hope was trying on her little red riding hood costume for the party that night when she turned and glared at Elijah.

"Come on, Uncle Elijah. Auntie Bex is! I even got dad some devil horns that he's going to wear, right dad?" She looked over at Klaus who grimaced and looked at Elijah pleadingly.

"Yes, darling, I'll wear them," He said, defeated. Hope smiled and looked back at Elijah. Elijah shook his head again, turning to exit the room.

"Y/N will be there," Hope exclaimed as he walked toward the door. Elijah stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, sighing. She knew that would get him to come. He wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought he was, or maybe Hope was just perceptive. Hope smiled triumphantly to herself as she turned back to the mirror to look at her costume once more, perfecting the details.

--

Y/N entered the compound, her dress flurrying around her as she was met by a large crowd of people. The sun had set and the party was in full swing. The Mikaelson’s sure know how to throw a rager, she thought to herself. She walked farther into the crowd, her dress and cloak billowing around her. She headed toward the bar, keeping her eyes peeled for Freya.

"There you are!" Freya's voice came from behind her, muffled by the music. Y/N turned and saw her friend dressed in a bright pink dress, star wand in hand with a large crown atop her head. Y/N stifled a laugh at the sight.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/N said over the music.

Freya frowned, "What, you don't get it? I'm Glinda! You know, from The Wizard Of Oz?" She flourished her wand in Y/N's face and laughed.  Freya was already a few drinks in. "Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, her words slightly slurred.

Y/N looked down at her costume, and back up to Freya. "I'm Sarah Sanderson! From Hocus Pocus," Y/N twirled in her spot. She and Freya giggled as Y/N spun. Mid-spin, she spotted Elijah coming down the stairs and her breath hitched in her throat. She didn't take Elijah for the costume type, so she hadn't expected him to be here tonight.

He looked absolutely regal in his black suit and tie. Large white angels wings sprouted from his back. He looked around the room while coming down the stairs, not yet seeing Y/N. Freya followed Y/N's gaze and saw Elijah.  She drunkenly put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

"You know, I think you have a thing for my brother," She accused. Y/N blushed, turning away from the angel.

"I'm the last person he would be interested in if I was," Y/N cast one last look his way before turning back to the bar, ordering a drink. "Let's get this party started," She said to her friend, giving her a smile. She reminded herself to not get attached. Everyone leaves eventually.

--

Y/N and Freya were joined by Rebekah, but they couldn't quite tell who she was dressed as. All they could tell was that it was tight and it was spandex. The three danced and drank in the middle of the party, not a care in the world. Elijah watched from the bar protectively. Something about this woman was so magnetic, so charming. He couldn't bring himself to admit that there was a flame ignited in his heart at the sight of her. He doesn't let people in. She's a mortal witch, her life span was the blink of an eye compared to his. No, he wouldn't let himself get attached. She would see him for the monster he was. He turned to mingle with the crowd, although he never let the three women leave his line of sight.

Y/N was having the time of her life with her friends, drunkenly dancing the night away.

“I’m going to go grab more drinks!” She slurred to the other two girls. They cheered in response as she turned and stumbled toward the bar. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered. He returned with three shot glasses and she thanked him, turning to get back to dancing. Before she could take a step, she collided with someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She cried, slurring her words. She stumbled back to look at the person she collided with, finding the handsome angel she had been eyeing earlier. He pursed his lips, wiping the front of his suit with his handkerchief. “Elijah,” she gasped, “I am so sorry, let me he-”

“Do not bother, Y/N,” he said, holding his hand up. He glared in her direction, not looking in her eyes. She gulped at his response.

“Please, let me make it up to you,” She tried dipping her head to catch his eye. He turned and motioned to the bartender for more shots.

“Have a pleasant evening,” He nodded curtly at her and turned to walk away, leaving her standing there, unsure of what just happened. Anger flared in her chest as she watched the angel walk away. She grabbed one of the shots that the bartender had set out and downed it quickly. Taking the other two to her friends, she let the music take her away, continuing to party.

-

The night continued on and the party began to thin out, while the three girls in the center of the dance floor kept going, laughing and dancing. Elijah had kept his eyes on them, amazed at how the two witches could keep up with the vampire. Elijah looked around at the few stragglers left, sitting around drunkenly talking to one another. He made his way across the compound, heading towards the stairs to head up to his room for the night. The music was quieter now,  not as upbeat. Y/N saw him moving across the dance floor and stumbled as fast as she could to get in front of him.

“Elijah,” She slurred,  “Please let me apologize for earlier. Dance with me!” She scooped him away before he could object, wrapping her arms around his neck, not letting him leave.

“Y/N I-” He started, but she shushed him, swaying to the music.

“Elijah I know you don’t like me that much, and I don’t know why but I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for spilling those drinks on you and I’m sorry for making you hate me for whatever reason,” she drunkenly let her head fall on his chest while she spoke, her eyes fluttering shut.

Elijah’s eyes widened at her speech, his hands falling to rest on her back. She hummed at his touch and smiled, eyes still closed. “Y/N… I apologize for making you feel that way, that was not my intention.” He looked down at her, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” He whispered.

Suddenly Y/N slumped into him, dropping like dead weight. Elijah reacted quickly and scooped her up, seeing she had passed out. He looked toward Freya and Rebecca who had already fallen asleep on the couch, snuggling into each other. His heart warmed at the sight of his sisters together. He refocused on the beautiful woman in his arms and began to climb the stairs, heading toward his room. He gently opened the door and crossed the room, laying her in the bed and covering her up. She adjusted into the comfort of the bed, grabbing Elijah’s hand as he slid his arms out from underneath her.

“Stay with me?” she mumbled. His heart softened and he silently agreed, stripping out of his wings and suit jacket. He crossed to the other side of the bed and slid into it, careful not to touch her. She turned to him and opened her eyes slightly. “Will you hold me?” she asked quietly. Tears brimmed her eyes.

He nodded and opened his arms to her, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered.

She moved into his open arms and placed her head on his chest, wrapping one arm around the front of him tightly. He felt his shirt dampen where her head lay. He held her close, rubbing one hand up and down her back, waiting for a response. He felt her start to tremble next to him.

“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” she whispered into him. She let out a small cry, scared of his reaction. “I’m terrified you’ll hate me for telling you. I’m terrified you’ll leave if we do end up together. I’m terrified of everything falling apart. I’m terrified of people leaving.”

Elijah’s heart cracked at her words.

“Y/N.. I think I’m terrified to admit the feelings I have for you. I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,” He kissed her hair and he felt her relax in his arms. She had fallen asleep on him, inebriated and vulnerable. Elijah held her for the rest of the night, stroking her hair and cherishing the moment.

-

When morning came, Y/N thought her head would explode. She groaned and rolled over, putting her hands over her face. The bed was empty beside her. How did she get in the bed? Her memory was fuzzy, but she remembered large white wings and strong arms carrying her. She sat up in bed, suddenly panicked, realizing who’s room she was in. What else had happened? She concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut.  “I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,“ She remembered hearing his deep voice whisper to her before she fell asleep. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Had she dreamt of this confession? Did her drunken subconscious trick her into hearing his voice?

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, startling her. She looked up to see Elijah holding a tray with water, aspirin, eggs, and toast. She blushed intensely, trying to brush her hair down and make herself look decent. He smiled at her warmly. “Good morning. I apologize for startling you,” He said. He crossed the room to her, putting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her.

He stared into her eyes, warmth flooding his chest. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said quietly, confirming her silent hope. He heard her heart flutter at his words.

Tears brimmed her eyes again. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “What does this mean for us?” She whispered.

He reached out and moved her chin to look at him. “It means I love you.” He smiled at her. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she smiled and leaned forward, closing the space between them. She kissed him with no regard for the world around them. Her hands moved to his neck, tangling in his chestnut hair. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss and laying her on the bed. The eggs and toast got cold before Y/N got to them.

-

“I’ve been wanting this since you asked me to dance that night.” Y/N said, playing with Elijah’s hand as they laid side by side. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” She smiled.

He adjusted to put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her head. “You will never have to be terrified again. I am here and I’m not leaving you. You have my word.” He moved her chin with his free hand to gaze into her Y/E/C eyes. He kissed her again, hoping to convey his pent up love and lust in one kiss. He knew he’d never be able to make her understand the depths of his affection for her. Just as he knew he may never know the extent of hers for him.

She pulled away slightly and whispered, “I love you and I’m not terrified anymore.”

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Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Hey guys, we're baaaaaaaaaack with another chapter. Yaaay! I hope you like it! Let me know what you think.

Chapter 3 - A meeting with the Devil's Mother

She knocked on the door feeling her undead heart thudding violently against her chest, her fear palpable. Soon enough, the door opened and Finn greeted her, his impassive face shifting to one of nearly happy that she was alone. “You’re alone. Wise choice.” She side glanced at him, resisting the urge to not roll her eyes. Yeah, like I had a choice… Gulping down her fear, she fully entered the room, her gaze falling between Esther’s hands.

“It’s only sage. I’ve spelled It so we can talk freely without fear of being overheard. That would be all, Finn. Thank you.” Dismissing her old son, the two soon were alone, and Katherine tried hard not to bolt after she heard the door closing.  “You must have a million questions for me, Elena. Please.” She gestured towards the sofa and the vampiress gulped, slowly making her way before seating and cursing the Salvatores for making her basically scream that she wanted to die.

“How are you alive? I mean… Are you a ghost or…?

“Not exactly. When I died the witch Ayana preserved my body with a spell. She was a close friend of mine and an ancestor of your friend Bonnie.” Katherine widened her eyes, surprised at the revelation, but knew her doppelganger would never let any information pass. She was as cunning as she could be and still pretend to be innocent. The nerve.

“So that’s why only Bonnie and her mother could open the casket?”

“They complete the Bennet bloodline. I drew power from them and their ancestors with me on the other side.”

“You’ve been on the other side for a thousand years?”

“Nature’s way of punishing me for turning my family into vampires. But there is a way for me to undo the evil I created.” Katherine was caught off guard, her surprise showing openly on her features.

“You’re gonna help us kill Klaus, aren’t you?”

“One thing at a time, Elena. For now, I simply need your help.” Her nervousness was only growing with each second more she passed beside the Original Bitch who was speaking so freely and seemed confident that Elena would help her. No surprises there, they all wanted to kill Klaus. “I understand Rebekah shared the story of my family. How I upset the balance of nature by turning my children into vampires.” Esther said while lit up a few candles on top of a paper that had a few things scribbled down, but Katherine couldn’t decipher what it was from where she was standing.

“She said that you did that to protect them from the werewolves.” By now, Katherine was more than happy to have force shared information with her shadow self, otherwise, she would have stuttered so much, the witch would have seen something different on her.

“It’s true. But in no time at all, they began to feed on human blood.” She poured water into a cup while saying that with such disgust that made Katherine ball her hands into fists to not say anything. They became what they were because of her! How could she not see that they were only children and she was the responsible one for that mess? “They ravaged the town with no remorse. Eventually, Niklaus turned against me.”

Getting closer, the vampire doppelganger still didn’t see how Elena would help her. “How are you gonna kill him? He’s immortal.” She nearly scoffed, but the Mikaelson’s matriarch was so serious and gazing at her intently like she was trying to read her soul.

“It will take time, magic, and your assistance.”

“What do I have to do then?”

“My children believe I’m holding this ball to celebrate our reunion. But in truth, I’ve gathered them together to perform a ritual. The first step requires the blood from the doppelganger.” Katherine widened her eyes and stiffened, feeling overwhelmed. She was going to be discovered and Esther would kill her in a heartbeat. “Only a drop. Its essence will be in the champagne toast later on this evening. Will you do it? Or shall I?” She asked revealing a silver dagger and holding it to her in a twisted way of offering her the chance to help her.

To not raise suspicions, she took out her glove and hold the dagger, pinching her finger before turning it towards the cup full of something she didn’t want to think about. Giving the dagger back to Esther, Katherine quickly put her glove back on, feeling nervous. Would it work? “Elijah is more suspicious than the others, so he may need more persuasion. But they must all drink at the toast in order to be linked as one.”

“What do you mean linked as one?” She was regretting her decision to come at all and was fearing for Elijah. This wench of a woman wanted to kill all her children? With no regrets?

“You said yourself Klaus can’t be killed. But tonight’s spell links all my children together so that if one goes, they all go.”

“What?” Her voice wavered and she suddenly felt the urge to vomit. She couldn’t believe that Esther would do such a cruel thing. And they used to say she and Klaus were the monsters...

“I love my family, Elena... But they are an abomination. I betrayed nature when I created them. It’s my duty to kill them.” Katherine didn’t even have to pretend to be shocked, since she was too struck to pretend another reaction and simply left in a daze.

“So how was my mother?” Elijah’s voice was enough to make her feel her dead heartbeat skyrocket and she gulped, taking a deep breath to calm herself in his presence, the urge to simply spill everything eating her.

“Intense.”

“And for what reason, she needed to speak with you in private?” His reaction seemed nearly funny like he was loving her reaction, from what; she couldn’t tell. Getting two flutes of champagne, the vampire doppelganger forced a smile on her face, glancing sideways involuntarily, meeting Esther’s eyes who showed a coldness even when she smiled at her and Katherine felt she couldn’t breathe. “Elena. Should I be concerned about my mother's intentions?” She snapped her head towards Elijah, glancing at him like he was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Approaching him, she smiled, getting his flute and turning around to run, exchanging the flutes, and whining at the force he used to stop her. Frowning, she pouted and gave him her flute, her eyes hardened.

“No, Lijah... You don’t have to worry about mother dearest.” He gave her a side smile, approaching the doppelganger slowly, making her walk backward until her back collided with the wall.

“So, it’s true then? She’s forgiven Klaus?”

“It’s true.” She forced a smile on her lips, and Elijah let his eyes linger on her sinful lips.

“You forgot that I can always tell when you lie, Katerina.” Opening her mouth to reply, she was interrupted by the sound of clinking glass.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I’d like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers.” She raised her glass and the doppelganger internally panicked. She had switched the wrong flutes. When Elijah got his flute, Katherine simply arched her brows, facing the older vampire mockingly.

“Since you’ve discovered me...” She dryly retorted, stealing his flute and drinking it in one go, just like the rest of his siblings. Before Elijah could try to question what the hell was she doing there, she flew trying to find Stefan to go home. After a few moments where she hid from Elijah, she finally found the younger Salvatore... Only, he wasn’t alone and was discussing with his brother, calling the attention of anyone that was leaving the ball.

“Okay, Stefan, nice one. You surprised me, bro. Good for you, but don’t think for a second that that fucking whore wi-”

“Damon, what are you doing?” Katherine bit out, grazing her teeth, wanting more than anything to break his neck again and burn his body just for fun to see him die. He barely turned when he heard her voice, his anger aimed at his brother.

“Oh, shut up, you little devil. Go away.”

“Damon, please! This isn’t you, what is wrong with you?” Scoffing he turned around to face her and gave a wicked grin, making her frown. Katherine gave a step back, but Damon's vamp sped at her, throwing her at the pool, and everyone stood shocked to see what happened, while she screamed and let herself fall into the water, internally screaming and killing Damon in a million different ways. Not even a second later, she was out, shivering and coughing, her gaze darting around wildly until she was hushed and hugged her savior.

“Go now, mister Salvatore. You’ve done enough this evening.” Elijah dismissed him and heard Katherine’s growl. The only thing keeping her from killing Damon was the way the Original’s body was engulfing her, and he should be thankful for this mercy.

“Elena... I can get you home.” Stefan’s voice was controlled and his rigid posture revealed he was not sure how to react.

“I’m fine... I’ll be okay... Elijah won’t let anyone hurt me, Stefan. You can go.” He nodded, only glancing at her once more before flashing out after his brother and Elijah took her to his bedroom to let her dry herself and use Rebekah’s clothes, much to her annoyance. When they returned to his bedroom, Elijah opened his mouth, but Katherine stopped him, saying they should go to her hotel’s room. “We can’t talk here. It’s not safe.” She whispered and he frowned, both vampires escaping through the windows. After a few seconds, they were inside her room and she bit her lip, messing her hair and telling him about his mother’s plan to kill them all.

“So, she wants to kill us all... And you linked yourself with my siblings... Why, Katerina?” She frowned and scoffed, crossing her arms.

“I have no idea if it worked. I might be a doppelganger, but I am a vampire.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” She gulped and before she could reply anything, he disappeared, leaving her alone.

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